"Exactly, you already annoyed that little girl who looks like a middle schooler last time, so she definitely won't come this week." Liam Shaw confidently said to Ethan Hayes, "You're just going to be at home alone this afternoon anyway, so why not come play ball with us."
She... really isn't coming??
Ethan Hayes stretched out his long, fair hand, propping up his chin as he sat up straight and turned to look out the classroom window.
It's almost the end of September, and the weather has long lost its previous stuffiness, yet the sun is still so bright and dazzling. Not far from the window, on the playground, there are freshmen and sophomores in jerseys playing soccer, running freely and uninhibited under the sunlight.
As he watched, for some reason, the image of Vivian York from last week, just before she left, appeared in his mind.
