After few people had already entered the school, she quickly scribbled her words down and folded it once, stuffing the paper in her sling bag. She sprinted over to Calligraphy class, panting heavily as she dragged herself to the closest desk. Tokyo set her materials down, waiting for the others to arrive.
America willingly waited for Canada when realizing had already been so far. As Canada appeared in his sight, they both headed to history class, where the middle-schoolers had to go to. Hesitantly, Canada chose a seat in the middle table with his younger brother.
Hong Kong made his way through the slightly crowded hallways, then into his first class. He sat in a desk close to where Tokyo was. Before the bell could ring, he already organized the objects he needed for this session.
London strolled over to the classroom, walking to a desk in front. Her eyes spotting a desk over by the window. She jogged over to it before anyone could have taken it.