"Wow, is it that late already? I gotta hurry!", you exclaim when you notice the time. You hop up from the salon chair, land on the floor a moment later and start sprinting out. "Hey, you forgot your bag here...", Kim says holding up your backpack. Not only you, but also all your attributes and surroundings seem to have changed as this was your delivery bag a moment ago, but your hyperactive 8 year old mind can't seem to care about that. You put on your backpack and hurry towards school as fast as these legs will carry you, your shoes making a distinct clicking sound on the tiles below. Without even thinking, you manage to run straight towards your school as if you've been here a thousand times before. You run through the school gate and hear the bell ringing, which is the sign that class is starting. Despite being out of breath due to this tiny body, you keep running and eventually you reach your classroom. Walking through the door, the teacher gives you a stern look as you stand there heaving out of breath with one braid hanging over your shoulder. "Late again, eh? When will you learn to get on time? I swear, this is the last time...oh well, sit down so we can continue class." You sit down and get your books, knowing that somehow this whole situation isn't right but it feels so natural to you...