Their was a girl who seat at the further back near the trash. Her name was Claire, she's quiet, shy, dense but has a sense of humor. She is good at drawing and making art, all of her classmate knows that; sadly because she doesn't have the guts to say NO to people who take advantage of her skills. She was always forced to do her classmate artworks but in the end she don't mind it; she just want it done.
Lately, Claire have a strange feeling that someone's staring at her, days went by like no other day. Claire is already tired because of her classmates tons of request and orders, she just wants to go home. Unfortunately, her group was schedul