Fatigued [1]

Walking around the halls of the Academy, her golden blonde hair was deeply tucked inside her cap.

The tip of the cap was adjusted down to better cover her features.

Glancing down at her watch, Amy realized she was late.

No, she was late on purpose.

She was conflicted if she should go to the Academy or not.

But she decided to go anyway. 

The further she delayed it, the more attention she would receive once she returned.

"Haa..."

She breathed out a sigh.

Due to the incident, she was forced to undergo counseling.

She had told the therapist that she was fine and there was no need for the treatment.

Yet her mother would say otherwise. This peeved Amy so.

She then retrieved her phone. On her phone showed the app for the group chat.

She could see that there was a red icon with the number '167' on it, indicating the amount of messages she had received in the past week.