XENIA
Claudia was at her usual shenanigans, unsurprisingly.
“Have you ever tried Cheerios, slim Jim’s, and roasted almonds?” she shoved a Stanley cup filled with that exact disturbing mixture in my face while chewing on a slim Jim.
So to clarify, by shenanigans I meant she was smuggling snacks into the assembly hall and tricking the hall monitors that it was water. It was a brilliant coping mechanism in this hell hole, but I didn’t care for it when the principal was addressing us about the League of Scholars competition.
“Shhh,” I shushed her and she rolled her eyes playfully before stuffing her mouth again.
I focused on the principal again, just when she’d finally stopped beating about the bush on how we had to be in our best behavior in front of the school board on the D-day.
“…and
