Last day.

This was her last day here and part of her was sad to admit that. Sad blue eyes glistened in the mirror before blinking back the burn of her tears, refusing to let it become sad. The children would see her again if the head of this building continued to be here.

Mao smiled slightly, but her lips didn't reach her eyes this time. Casting her bright hues around the now empty room, finding the boxes crammed with whatever she could put in them. There was just a little time to fix them into proper boxes at this point. I can figure it out during the weekend.

The old room was once rather decent enough to call it a proper bedroom. In fact, if not for the name of this building people might assume she lived her as his daughter.

Her bed was once covered in silver and white satin, brown pillows behind, and silver ones to match at the front. Then the base of the bed was brown, but strong even after years of using it.

A small chair was to the right of her bed, it used to have matching pillows before she packed up. Along with many books in the bookcase beside it. Lastly, the strawberry blonde-haired woman had a white Chester on the other side with a high mirror, leaving the dresser to sit at the right side of her door. Just beside the bookcase was the door to the bathroom.

In all. She had it all.

After one last look, Mao sighed to herself and left the room with the door closing behind her back. She was quick to walk down the long hallways in the mansion, the polished floor easily slippery if you didn't watch yourself. Cross had an office on the bottom floor, she was on the second. Around the corner, she went downstairs only to notice the teachers running around.

Someone must be early, don't they know how rude it is to be too early?

Mao rolled her eyes, knocking on the wide doors in front of her before going inside.