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</div><br/><br/>Heather knew that she wasn't the most popular teacher. In fact...she knew that most didn't even consider her as a friend. It's just that... lately, she has been feeling really...lonely. Living for as long as she has, it almost seems pointless to continue on like she has been. Yet... she couldn't even make friends. With a sigh escaping her lips, the beautiful young woman began heading to the auditorium. On the way she came across Otto, who she only gave a greeting to. Takahara was already in the auditorium, making plans for a new creation, but she didn't join in on the fun. Instead she sat off by herself, letting herself blend into the wall.