"We are going on Tuesday. Honestly don't like being at school. I can't wait for this year to end." Mia says.
Lucea says nothing.
When they are back home, they get their shopping bags and head to their respective homes.
Lucea spends the next day trying to finish her novel in her room. She doesn't want to be disturbed because it keeps getting better and better as she reads on.
But in the late afternoon when she gets to the best part, Mia comes into her room, looking all beautiful in the new black dress she bought yesterday.
If only she had a great posture, she would attract the attention of every boy, Lucea thinks.
"You look great," she compliments.
"Whereas you look lazy. I didn't know you meant your words when you said you were not going to attend his birthday. At least be there for
