She sat at her desk, staring at the teacher that continued to ramble on about algebra. A sigh escaped her lips, and she glanced out the window, then jot down some notes. It was the end of the day, about five more minutes before school would be let out, then it would be the regular routine. Her mind settled into the panic mode when she realized that she forgot what the teacher said, and couldn't keep up. She was just about to raise her hand to ask for a repeat, when the bell rang. Just her luck. She sat there at her desk in complete shock, then went into an upset state of why she was letting her grades slip. That was something her father wouldn't be too happy about, and would hire her a tutor, so she quickly stood up and went to her teachers desk. She asked for him to repeat what he just told the class, but instead, he had a print out of today's lesson already printed out. Her eye would twitch at that, but she would bow and thank him before going off to her desk and gathering up her things. Her blue hair fell over her right shoulder, as she quickly stuffed her bag full of binders and papers. She was rushing at this point. If she was late home again, her father would have their personal driver come pick her up, and that was the last thing she wanted to happen. She wanted to prove to her father that she didn't need help doing every little thing in her life. This is probably the part where you are wondering what is up with the tutor, and driver. The heroine of this story comes from a rather rich family, living in Hiroshima. The father being a wealthy business owner, and older brother who planned to take over the business in a year, along with the stay at home mother who did all the shopping and donating to the city, while speaking at public show casings. Some may say she was a spoiled brat who got what she wanted all the time, which in the most part, was true. Though this girl didn't see it that way. She saw it as a reason for people to try and take advantage of her. She threw her back over her shoulder and turned around. She cracked her fingers then walked out of the classroom, the short skirt to her school uniform was bouncing on her legs. She walked the hallway rather fast, looking around to see hardly anyone was in the hallway anymore. That sort of irritated her. She turned the corner and went to the lockers. She found hers and entered in the combination. It failed twice, and the third time. she just found herself punching the door, then turning quickly on her heel and walking back the way she came to the main hall. She turned the same corner faster this time, and was almost at a full sprint down the hallway to reach the front doors. It appeared that no one was in her way. She let out a sigh of relief, but we all know how this story goes.