CORINTHIAN
"I'm going to see Dashiel today," I told daddy while brushing my hair in front of our sunburst focal mirror.
He put down his cup of coffee before turning his gaze to where I sat. It was past four in the afternoon. I am pretty sure Dash was already home by now. I miss him already because we didn't see each other in school today. From the mirror, I saw Dad looked at the hanging antique clock like it was going to disappear any moment. Yeah, sometimes dad was like this--a weirdo of his own ways.
"You got a problem there, daddy?" I jested.
He shifted his eyes on me and smiled. I did the same as I trudge towards him.
"Why do you have to go to Dashiel?" I don't know what's with that smile, but there was something in it I couldn't figure out.
"I need him to tutor me."
I sile
