“I’m telling you, Ivan Mikailov is a f*****g psychopath.”
Blair only rolls her eyes at me while I’m making a fuss.
“You sister is only six, she could be lying or imagining things,” Blair counters as we begin to head to the school hall.
All Sevit High students from all year levels are being summoned to the hall for an important presentation that I’ve never heard about until this morning. It’s all shrouded in mystery as no one seems to be certain of who will be presenting to us and also the content of this abrupt presentation, that beckons the whole school to listen on.
“Kids don’t lie about stuff like that!” I protest. “They lie about not having ice cream for lunch at school, about how great at drawing they are and about not peeing their pants until they’re eleven years old.”
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