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</div><br/><br/>Eventually Melanie closed her notepad, having finished her drawing in peace. Or…what peace could be had. Blue eyes glancing about, she rose to her feet, the skirt of her uniform falling to settle above her knees. The uniform fit her body well, bringing out the womanly features she normally wouldn’t emphasize, while covering them at the same time. Her pad tucked into her arm, she began heading back towards the front of the school. The trees offered silent goodbyes, their leaves brushing her shoulders and arms. Her footsteps didn’t make a sound as she reached the pool…only to be met with chaos. Those blue eyes went wide, curiosity and shock making an appearance within them. “What is going on here…?” she murmured, not expecting any answers. Fireworks were still going off, but…there was a blue-haired man lying on the ground, with shark features, of all things. Concerned, she wryly approached him, senses tingling. “Sir…? Are you alright?” she asked, that gentle hand coming to rest on his forehead. What happened to him? Coming down onto her knees, she studied his face, unaware of the fact that because of her position, a good view of her breasts could be seen.