Chapter Eight
In which he volunteered.
Ayne Kent.
This is already disorganized as it is.
We were all told to line alphabetically whilst they fix the problem that arises as soon as we arrived. Everyone was grumbling as the professors seem to misunderstand the place before they rented it. There were no rooms prepared for any student, we are all set to build the tent that's fit for two people. Gladly enough, they provide the tents.
"Finally, for Ms. Kent." She flipped through her paper and frowned before looking at the other professor who now holds nothing but a pen, "I'm afraid we're out of tents and you're an odd one out. They seemed to forget that someone transferred to my class."
I frowned, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well..." she dragged, looking back at
