Kamilla's POV
Months became shorter for me to even notice it. We're at the last two months in senior high. I can't help but be excited for what's in store for me. I don't want to assume but I could see that I am going to maintain my spot from last year. It is making me feel inspired even more.
I walked through the hallway when someone blocked my way.
"Hello Kamilla..." It was Wilma, the lead gossiper of the school. My goodness. I want to ask her if she's really liking her title so much she's living it.
"Hi," I answered as I tried avoiding her by walking the other direction. She blocked my way by going there, too.
"What do you want? A password?" I frowned as I met her gaze. She chuckled because of what I said. She's like a door from a narrow pathway that I couldn't enter easily.
"Nope
