THE SCHOOL BELL had just rung, signaling lunch break. Seris stepped out of the classroom with Isla by her side, chatting lightly about what they had learned that morning.
It was fun to study, but not fun all the time. Seris needs to adjust to her environment, especially those professors and students who love to make fun of others.
“Seris!” A boy’s voice called from behind.
Both girls turned.
A slightly nervous-looking classmate approached, holding a folded letter and a single flower—a daisy. He blushed as he handed them over to Sers.
“For you,” he stammered before running off down the hall.
Seris blinked at the follower, then at the letter in her hand. She looked at Isla with a deadpan expression. “…what is this?”
Isla giggled. “A confession,” she said with a teasing smile. “He
