[b]Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma High: Classroom 2-2[/b]

At the ring of the bell, the last teacher of the day for class 2-2 looked up at the clock, only then realising that it was already so late, before turning back to his class. "Well then, that will be all. You're dismissed," he announced - at which most of the second year students practically jumped to packing their things up and heading straight out of the room; perhaps to meet old and new friends, perhaps to head for equally old or new clubs or perhaps just to head home. In the lattermost group was Kotori Shirohane - though she was in no rush; instead taking her time to neatly pack everything back into her bag before standing up and heading out of the classroom without as much as a word to another classmate; even as some stayed back to talk among each other or to wait for their friends to come meet them. Kotori, however, had no such thing to do.

[b]Warakuma High: Main Entrance[/b]

As she passed the large noticeboard near the entrance, Kotori couldn't help but spare it another glance - and was almost surprised to see even more flyers to be hanging there; most of them advertisements for clubs. See the various papers, she only then remembered that she had an errand to run herself, too - moving on slowly, Kotori rummaged through her bag in search of the grocery list her mother had given her that morning; having been asked to pick the items on it up as she was going to be busy with the flower shop back home all afternoon.

Soundlessly repeating all the items on the list once she finally found it and held it up to read, Kotori wasn't paying quite as much attention on where she was walking as she perhaps should have - and promptly walked right into someone who was going in the opposite direction of the large crowd streaming out of the school building. In her surprise, Kotori nearly dropped her only half-read grocery list; barely catching it halfway to falling to the ground before immediately bowing in apology to whoever she had just walked into in her carelessness. "Sorry!" she quickly said, her soft tone of voice almost drowned out in the hustle and bustle of the crowd all around; not even having gotten a look at the face of whoever it was she was apologising to yet.