It’s the beginning of another semester. Being a junior, Irene doesn’t think this day’s any special. Slumped on her chair at the back, she puts her earphones on and fumbles to play a song. It’s a quarter to 11, fifteen minutes too early for class. She’s always too early for class.

If there was anything that interested Irene about first days, it’s the fact that everything is new – new classes, new professors, new classmates. A blue-haired girl catches her eye three minutes to eleven, entering the classroom with her head bowed slightly and feet walking in small steps. She settles on a seat by the aisle and Irene tries to analyze her, probably studious, seeing as she’s seated at the power seats, and probably a freshman with her cautious behavior.

A week later, she learns that her assumptions are wrong, that she is a junior, and much more carefree and sociable than she thought she would be.

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It was during the second day of class when the girl stood up just as Irene was walking towards the door, almost tripping her to the floor.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” she apologizes, while bowing her head over and over.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine! I just tripped.” She gives her a small smile, hoping it eases the girl’s panic. It doesn’t.

She’s more amused than annoyed at the fidgeting girl who looked so innocent, so pure. Although, the girl stopped bowing now, her eyes are still filled with concern.

She chuckles. “Seriously, I’m okay,” she assures. “But I have to go to my next class now. Bye.”

The girl doesn’t speak, doesn't even show any expression, but she raises her hand to give a small wave. She returns it and practically runs to her next class.

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She sees her blue scarf hanging by the cabinet door one day and it reminds her of someone. It took her a few seconds, but she r