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Transferring to a new school can pose formidable challenges for a student, accounting in the fact that you will have to leave those oh-so beloved friends you had step-by-step gotten to be able to link your chains together as a bond. It can be quite depressing really, having to remove yourself of that chain. After all, once you find yourself separated from that kinship, it is rather a difficult task to find another link you can fit yours.
It will take quite a while. One will have to test out a bunch of different types of chains if your own piece could fit in. As a small piece of advice however, you cannot force your own chain to link with the others. Believe me, upon digging up from the box of the metallic links of all shapes and sizes, you would be able to find one that could fit perfectly with yours.
Perhaps, your author here isn't as credible as a professional guidance counselor, therapist, psychometrician or any well-acquainted by the field, but I believe I still have the freedom to state an opinion.
Forcing two unfitting pieces together can damage one or both -- perhaps even enough to break them.
Now before the tears begin jerking out of our eyes as yours truly have just conjured up such an inspiring quote that deserves to be framed up on my bedroom wall and begin bowing before it, let us proceed to the main text of this chapter. That was enough dilly dallying.
"Um... Miss (Y/N)!" The owner of the said name perks up from the voice, whirling her around quickly upon recognizing in less than a heart beat that the caller was a female, judging from the high-pitched tone.
"Yes, dearie~" Aura bubbling up flowers and sparkles, our proud member of the rainbow flag community turns to her fellow female student with a sweet smile etched across her lips, a friendly and merry vibe bouncing around her person. "How can I help you?"
The (h/c) haired female cannot help but squeal in delight inwardly upon finding such an adorable girl speaking to her. The petite girl before her owned short raven hair tied in two pigtails, a light blush dusting her cheeks as the shorter student fidgets with her skirt whilst clutching a bag of cookies and a pastel pink envelope.
"Um..." The unnamed girl mumbled out sheepishly, her big round eyes darting from every direction besides the (h/c) head.
Without a doubt...
...a confession.
(Y/N) mentally presumes nodding at herself with approval with a pat on her back whilst praising her lady-magneting self with great pride. Having read more than her average of her romance novels and shoujou manga, she knows. In pure bliss, she begins thinking about their future together, their dreamhouse, the breed of the puppy they will adopt, and their twelve children.
