The next day I arrived at school quite tired, looking a little more sloppy than usual, with dark circles under my cheeks and my hair a little unkempt.
So when I arrived at school, already used to the stupid laughter of Andy and his friends, I went straight to Anne's side who usually sat at the front of the class, who, upon seeing me, was dumbfounded by the surprise.
—What happened to you? —She asked me when I sat down at the desk next to her.
—I rehearsed the song almost all night... —I explain in a whisper, yawning tiredly— Do I look that bad?
Letting out a few giggles and giving me a careful path on one shoulder, Anne replies: —You look amazing, as always.
I know Anne is lying, so I just smile softly, preferring not to comment on it as well as Anne, yawning again to then start pulli
