PROLOGUE

A girl staring at the clouds, Wearing the paper bag mask.

Drew a cheerful emotion in her head and cried out loud

as her little word whispered in the air.

She cried as if she was terrified.

She was alone.

Her sketchpad full of melancholy sketches, and her only companion was her shadow.

It weeps with her, And its dazzling, truthful eyes smile at the skies.

A destiny approached us.

"Ericka It's you." As the students cheered on their way home. I reply.

"How are you? Do you want us to go home together?"

"Why not."