Sophie slowly walked through the halls as she composed herself. She began to feel bad about how she snapped at the girl. She began to think of how the girl was acting; defensive and accusational as if she were used to constant abuse and mockery. A feeling Sophie knew to well. Maybe the two girls had more in common than Sophie originally thought. She sighed softly at herself, she now felt especially bad being mean. She would need to apologize the next time she saw the girl. She gently brushed the few droplets of tears that touched her cheeks until there was no sign of her ever crying.

Suddenly from down a hall she heard the clattering of several individuals falling to the floor. Walking to the hall way she peaked down to see three girls piled one on top of the other with a fourth standing near the crime scene. She laughed a little to herself, she thought of how it looked like a failed game of twister. 

Sophie turned down the hall towards the pile and made her way down. Removing her right hand from holding the book at her chest she extended it out to the group for anyone to grab and help them up. "Let me help." She spoke softly in decent Japanese but it was obvious it wasn't her first language. She then finally looked upon the pile of girls and noticed the rather awkward position of them all and how ones skirt had seemed been pushed up during the collision. She blushed deeply at the sight though looked away, hoping no one saw her couple seconds of staring. There Sophie stood with a hand extended out. She wore simple flats with white knee high socks, standard school skirt with white shirt all that held her body nicely. Her skin was soft and barely tanned, unnaturally bright blue eyes that only seemed brighter in contrast to her red cheeks and dark hair.