"Great, is there a way today can get any worse?" I cursed under my breath. The strap of my bag ad torn, causing the half-opened thing to crash to the ground and as a result spilling all its contents. I couldn't really blame anyone but myself. I overload it with more load than I should have — as usual. I sighed, squatting to pick up my books.
"I'll help," I heard Tim say, and soon he was squatting right beside me on the floor and picked up printed sheets of paper while I stacked up my books on a pile on the floor. Tim has been the only one hanging around me lately. David just sort of disappeared. I had tried to link his absence to the fact that he had work to do, but that didn't work as a valid excuse anymore since our midterm exams had ended two days ago.
"Here," Tim said as he handed me
