“Where are the props for the event?” Bryan greets me with question the moment I enter the school. I notice there are already a lot of unfamiliar faces of students going in and out and my eyes will subconsciously check their hands if they have the tattoo but I haven't seen any yet.
I show him the paper bag and say, “H-here.” He checks the content before he smiles, looking satisfied.
“Good. By the way, I already find somebody to replace you and Britney for the opening.”
“Oh. Okay. Did you see Britney?” I say like it's nothing but I'm already jumping and throwing confetti on the inside in utter happiness. When he glances over his shoulder, I quickly let out a sigh of relief. Yes. Thanks, God.
Earlier, I was not in the mood and felt listless to leave the house. Fortunately, God answered m
