[Minor trigger warning: Mention of suicide.]
A small fragile girl sat at her desk waiting for her preparatory class to begin. She sat heavily engrossed in her book. She took every single opportunity to study.
This was the first life.
Her name was [****].
Suddenly, books were slammed on her desk causing her to flinch. She looked up at her friend who had sparkling eyes. Her friend spoke in excitement, "Come shopping with me tonight. My parents just gave me a ton of cash for not failing algebra."
A wave of envy passed through her eyes before being quickly extinguished. The girl shook her head, "I have preparatory class after school. I can't go."
The friend rolled her eyes, "Prep class this, prep class that. It's just one day! You don't have to go every single day."
However, the fragile girl shook her head in determination. "I have to go. My mother paid for it and-"
Author wants you to know your life has meaning and that Author loves you all very much~