That resolve grew shakier and shakier as the mushroom-headed little girl drew closer to the school.
The mushroom-headed little girl entered the classroom through the back door with her head lowered.
As usual, the classroom was noisy when there was no lesson in progress.
So many students were there, yet not one of them noticed the mushroom-headed little girl coming in.
The mushroom-headed little girl sat down in her seat.
As usual, she took out her books and propped them up in front of her.
Although no one was looking at her, even an occasional glance made the mushroom-headed little girl feel uncomfortable.
After propping up her books, the mushroom-headed little girl felt a little more at ease.
She pressed her lips together.
Today was different from before.
She carefully looked through her books toward the little girl's seat.
The little girl was already sitting in her seat.
The little girl's seat was not close to the mushroom-headed little girl's.
The little girl sat one row in front of the mushroom-headed little girl.
But she was several rows away.
The mushroom-headed little girl secretly watched the little girl.
The little girl was chatting with her friends.
She was all smiles and laughter.
She no longer looked angry like she had yesterday.
She also seemed to have forgotten what had happened yesterday.
The mushroom-headed little girl felt somewhat dejected.
She had tossed and turned all night.
Regretting how she had behaved.
Anxiously thinking about how to make it up to her...
But in the end...
It seemed that she was the only one who cared about it.
That made sense.
She was the one who had done wrong.
Naturally, she was the only one who cared.
The little girl had done nothing wrong.