JULIA
I was in the teacher’s office, waiting for Mrs. White to fetch her cup of coffee from the lounge. I looked around and glanced at my watch periodically.
I could already guess what had happened, so I unconsciously clenched my jaw. “Heather,” I whispered, looking around to see if she was there. However, she wasn’t.
Of course, she didn’t want to involve herself in this.
Finally, Mrs. White arrived with her coffee and our art project.
She sat on the chair and was silent for a while. She merely looked at me, staring straight into my soul.
Meanwhile, I looked at the final art piece. It wasn't bad at all. However, the background really looked out of place. It seemed like Heather didn’t do anything with my painting of Evan, too.
“Miss Johnson, is it?” she started off.
I pursed
