Haru heard the noise as she made her way through the hallway. She noticed Julio, with a wet paper towel over his face, rushing passed by and nearly knocking her off her feet.
"Hey! Are you--" she couldn't finish the sentence. He wasn't paying attention at all.
And where do you think you're going?
She watched Julio trying to plead with Mr. Bowman, something about his homework. It wasn't her business, she figured and headed toward her locker.
Haru'd always carried two bags around with her; one for her school things and the other, a smaller one, is usually filled with pastries and baked good that she had made the night before. Baking was something she was good at, perhaps, the only good thing. She never really had confidence in anything else. Heath often told her to believe more in her capabilities. But she suspected that he was only trying to be a good friend.
The warning bell rang. She quickly put her smaller bag in the locker. Today, she brought some strawberry puffs. They were Holly's favorites. No. They are her favorites, Haru thought to herself as she hustled way to her first period class, Biology.
I got a boy meotjin