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She clutched her books to her chest as she scuttled down the street. Her head was bowed downward as she walked; it seemed as if she were attempting to pull at of her extremities so far into herself that she would disappear altogether. To be frank, she wouldn't think that was such a bad idea.
Touko was relatively new to Hope's Peak Academy. She wasn't used to being around so many people at once, and to make it worse, they were talented people. She admired some, and envied others. Most she despised.
She'd been too lost in thought to notice where she'd been going; somehow, she'd ended up near the gym rather than at her next class; Classical Lit. She huffed to herself, turning on her heels to scurry back in the opposite direction only to find herself with the face in the chest of a tallish boy. She flushed, looked up, and attempted to waddle off.