In the dressing room wrapped in a towel, Trisha looked at the closed door to the shower room and frowned. She was not mad at what Yuki had just said but at herself because of how she acted. "When will I be able to act like myself..." Trisha mumbled as she dried her hair. She was not in the best of moods.

Inside the shower room, Yuki had already forgotten about her run in with Trisha. As soon as that hot water began pelting her skin, her whole body relaxed, washing away all her problems. It had been a few days since her last shower. She hated not being able to shower regularly. But such was life for someone who had no money and lived in the kind of place she did.

After a refreshing shower, Yuki dried her hair, got dressed in some clean clothes, and put her things back in her bag before heading to her first class. She was taking computer science, so she had to go two buildings over. When she arrived, she was one of the first few there. In the front row, surrounded by a group of rich girls, was a certain someone who she had seen earlier.

"Princess, it must be hard on you to come to class every day."

"Princess, what do you think of this new outfit? Do you think it will become a hit?"

"Princess, how about we go out after classes and check out that new shop?"

Yuki saw this scene and rolled her eyes. All these girls were just sucking up to her because she was from the royal family. In a way, she pitied the girl but at the same time disliked her attitude. The reason she pitied her was because she knew all these girls did not really want to be her friend. They were all lower class people who could not match up to the noble class. Their only chance to make any connections to the royal family was by sucking up to the unwanted princess.

With that said, Yuki found a spot in the back and sat down. She took out her laptop and began rechecking her paper, making sure it was all set before emailing it to her professor. Only when she received a confirmation that it was passed in, did she let out a sigh of relief, knowing that she would now have a few days of no homework.

Yuki put her laptop back into her bag and laid her head down to wait for the lecture to start. But her peaceful rest did not last long when someone came over and kicked her chair. "Excuse me, but I want this seat."

Yuki raised her head to see a young man standing there with a mocking grin on his face. Yuki gave him a look over before lowering her head again, not giving two shits about the young man. Seeing this, the young man ground his teeth and kicked the chair even harder this time. "I said I wanted this seat, so get lost."

Hearing the young man yell out caused everyone to turn to look in Yuki's direction. Even Trisha looked over to see what was going on. Yuki lifted her head again and stared at the young man. "Why should I give you my seat when you are being so rude? Did you sign your name to it? Did you buy this seat from the school? Did you happen to be the one who donated enough money to build this classroom? I see no reason to follow the demands of someone who is just being rude for no reason. So please find another seat. But just remember one thing. Next time you go and ask someone for something, remember that being nice will always give you better results than rude behavior."

"You! A scrawny little boy like you sure has a way with words." The young man yelled. He was at a loss of words to Yuki's remark.

What looked like a pretty boy in the eyes of others, only Trisha knew that voice full of sarcasm. She had heard it not long before. So she knew the 'pretty boy' was actually a girl. But when she looked at Yuki now, she could only see a young man with how her hair was tucked half under her hat with it pulled down, hiding the upper part of her face, baggy clothes that hid her female qualities, and the mask that covered the lower half her face. It goes without saying that if Trisha did not see for herself Yuki's naked body in its entirety, she would have been like everyone else.

"Derek, leave him alone and get over here." Another young man yelled out. Derek, the boy who was staring at Yuki as if he was ready to throw a punch, clicked his tongue, kicked her chair again before stuffing his hands in his pockets, and walking away. Seeing Derek walk away, Yuki sneered before putting her head back down on the table. She hated dealing with annoying people.

The girls surrounding Trisha all began talking about the incident. "I thought they were going to fight."

"I know, right? It seemed like Derek was going to punch the cute boy."

"I would have been mad if he did. That boy is cute. I wish he would lower his mask and let me see the rest of his face."

Hearing the girls chatting away, Trisha wanted to tell them that it was actually a girl but stopped herself when she thought of how Yuki seemed to be hiding her gender. Trisha took another glance at Yuki before turning back around. It was none of her business.

Yuki's classes were as boring as ever, but she still diligently paid attention and made sure to take notes. When they ended, she made sure to hurry over to the library. She wanted to take out a few books and begin reading up on plants. She also had to watch a few more tutorials online about mixing herbs. She decided she would allot four hours to research today before logging in.

Luckily for her, the library was not as busy as it normally was. She walked over to the computer and did a quick search for the books she needed. Once she found them, she quickly went to pick the books up and returned to the front desk to check them out. The person behind the desk was a college student like Yuki, a young woman in her early twenties. She looked at Yuki and saw her old clothes, and frowned slightly. "Make sure you return them in seven days, or you will be charged for them."

Yuki ignored the look she was getting and nodded her head without giving much of a response before taking the books and finding a table to begin reading them.