"Come on, Estellise, if we don't hurry -" but Flynn was cut off. The warning bell rang, and the two of them raced towards the school, their bags pounding against their legs as they made a run to not tarnish their reputations of perfect attendance.

The school day would been important day. The transfer student Rita Mordio, who knew who Estelle was, would stare straight into her 's - or Rita's, as she preferred to be called - piercing into Estelle's soul. She would then take her seat as everyone fawned over her because she was the new student. That's how the school worked. Meanwhile Estelle and Flynn would talk amongst themselves.

"She was staring at you, wasn't she?"

"Well, I think so. Or maybe she was interested in the window."

And Rita would approach.

If this was a normal day, then said moment in time wouldn't be so special. Yet said moment was the normal, it was the mundane. It was the life Estelle was born into, whether she knew it or not.