A story of a girl who thought she was mature enough for this very realistic world. 

She was very convinced that she was mature. Her friends read fictions, she reads self-improvement books. Her friends watch dramas, she watches the news. Her friends hang out every Friday night, she knows well enough that some Friday nights would better off spending on doing her assignments. She's satisfied with her life; however. She definitely hadn't dated four boys a year like some of her friends do, but the "A" on her report keeps her sane and driven.