My chin rests in my hand as I vaguely listen to my psychology teacher explain how she is going to run the class. My eyes flicker up to the clock to my left. My nose wrinkles. Class has only been going on for 7 minutes and I already want to go back to my dorm. At least in my dorm, I can subtly research about the Phantom.
My lips purse as our brief meeting floats to the forefront of my mind. It was awfully brief and all he really did was confirm for me who he was but not where we were or why he has that crystal in the first place. Or maybe he did tell me but back during our first meeting. Honestly, my memory of that meeting is still really foggy and I doubt that I’m ever going to actually remember everything, but I remember enough to at least make the Phantom happy, so I guess beggars can’t
