At school, by the window of the physical education classroom, people occasionally glanced over to see a girl in casual sportswear. Her long hair cascaded down her back and swayed in the breeze, framing her delicate and perfectly soft-featured face. At this moment, she was doing leg stretches.
Melody Thorne rarely attended physical education classes quietly before. She hadn't come to school much before, and although her body was flexible, at this rate, she might not pass the physical exam. There were one or two people who tried to give her trouble, but when they met her gaze, they couldn't help but stop those thoughts.
"She actually has a nice figure and good flexibility," said one of the women standing not far from Melody, poking Ivy on the arm. "What's going on?"
The old Melody Thorne was someone they used to toy with, like a fool, and now she's here working hard?
