The garden was in the sunbeams as Patieny was released from her classroom. In the garden she has been taking care of, there is an isolated flower stands out for its purple color. Standing there, Patieny whispered something vaguely with tremble. The flowers in the garden nodded with the wind. Suddenly, the cold air pierced at the lightly dressed girl. She was surprised and stopped praying. Lifting her face, she realized that the sunbeams have faded. Clouds of gray have covered the sky above her. But this is not the reason why her face turned pale. When a dense human-made scent of waterlily filled the air, overruled the scent of her favorite rose balsam, she shrank and made a quick turn, wanting to leave. However, she was blocked by a girl in a yellow dress. Her eye sight stopped on the other girl’s shoes with high heels. As the shoes moved toward her, Patieny recoiled.
“Look how sunny she is,” a sharp voice jabbed at Patieny, and she flinched in response.
“Look at her healthy tan,” voiced Bolleyn, the girl in a yellow dress, kept talking with her companions, squinting at Patieny, “she must have been rich to keep such a good color.” These people surrounded the garden, laughing sharply.