"Uncle Duncan, I'm off to school!"
With a cheerful greeting, Nina darted downstairs. She turned to wave at the second floor, then headed towards the front door.
The rest day had ended; it was a school day again.
But before she reached the door, Nina suddenly stopped. She saw a figure swaying behind a nearby shelf—it was Sherry.
"Ah, Sherry," Nina said happily, waving at the girl in front of her, "I was wondering where you went—shall we go together?"
"Together?" Sherry blinked, confused, "Go where?"
"To school. Today is..." Nina began instinctively, but then she remembered halfway and her face showed an awkward expression, "Ah, sorry, I forgot..."
Sherry wasn't her classmate and didn't attend school; their pleasant times spent in the campus were merely a play—Nina knew this, but after all, it had indeed happened. Many times, she still forgot.