One year and two months later, it was a new semester for Manhattan High students. Godfrey's peers were now entering the school to begin their senior year.
Police patrols were still more common than usual around the globe, but it had dropped to about ten percent of what it once was. The previous year had been terrible for Manhattan Summoner's High after a student murdered three hundred policemen, and Manhattan was accused of training a humanoid summoner, resulting in the imprisonment of the headmaster.
Sitting in the third-year students' class, Janet looked out the window, staring at those coming in with her friend.
"First day of the semester," Gum Girl said, smirking as she watched sleek cars drive into the wide entrance where students came in from.
"Now that they're seniors, the dorms don't apply to them anymore. Most of them are pretty rich, and of course they'll be showing off their status," she said while looking at the cars.
