“What’s wrong with that teacher? I have been behaving myself all this time. Why would he have to nag me about this and that? He’s quite old already…almost forty I guess?” A young woman, gasping for breath, ran up the stairs of a train station, complaining with a displeased look on her face. Her long black hair flickered back and forth. The dark school skirt made her unable to run very well. She also had a backpack swaying over her shoulders that she had to deal with.
“Ah… Perhaps he tried to flirt with me?” She stopped running when she realized that the next train had not arrived at the platform. The girl furrowed her brows. Confused, she glanced at her watch, which resembled a bracelet, to see what time it was. The sun in the big city cast an orange glow on the tall buildings. The evening atmosphere was as chaotic as always.