For once in her life, the young Cherufe felt regret. As she woke from her nap, she realized her life was the same as always; Boring and obsolete. She stayed on the bench for at least an hour, her thoughts still clinging to her like glue. She regrets the fact that she didn't associate with anyone, she wouldn't be in such a position if she hadn't. Aprika gritted her teeth slightly before she laid down on the bench, the girl kicked her feet on the arms of the bench and her head rested on the opposite arm. She stared at her bare toes a slight frown forming on her face. If she had acquaintances... She wouldn't be in a predicament like this. A sophomore, yet unknown like a freshman. There weren't even classes... There was so much going on.
The girl's hands burned hotter than a flame, her regret made her upset at herself. As Aprika's hands came into contact with the wood, she could hear a low hiss coming from the contact, this reaction made her reel her hands back. Her body was fragile, she looked like a child, but there was so much wrath in this puny body of hers.
Aprika thought about taking another nap, but that would most likely result in her waking up angry again, so she laid there like a stone, her eyes fixated on her tiny feet. She wasn't one to associate anyways... Why would she even think about such preposterous ideas? She immediately shot up from the bench. "Focus Aprika... Focus..." The Cherufe placed her hands on her cheeks and squeezed them. "You don't need friends. You're fine on your own." With those words of wisdom, Aprika stood up and walked back to town, slightly more confident than she was earlier.