I had it all planned. I had already done a quick run in the art’s room and got my props - a few pints of different-colored paints and some confetti, because you know, it’s a wonderful celebration also known as Cristiano getting embarrassed in front of everyone for him throwing me under the bus, but then, in as fast as a millisecond, it all changed.
The first class started and it was English. Not too hard, it was most definitely not Math. Why doesn’t my brain just want to work when it comes to numbers? It sucks, but mostly because my dad was literally a genius even when he didn’t study. I wish I inherited that from him, but apparently, only I got his dare abilities.
I looked out of the window as I saw a bird fly past it and positioned itself on one of the tree branches. In the backgroun
