The girl was sitting at the very last desk and between her and the next students there were two empty tables. Her clothes were always black, her skin pale, and her eyes devastatingly beautiful, but cruelly indifferent to almost all living beings of her hated social life. Her long black hair was a kind of refuge and saved her from unwanted glances, and even made her a hiding place, secretly covering one side of her beautiful face and one brown sparkling eye with a black glossy curtain. Today, on a disgustingly sunny day (disgusting because the sun very often gave way to clouds and rain), she sat at her lonely desk and folded origami. This activity saved her, helped her forget all the troubles that haunted her like a blackening demonic cluster.