I stared at the window of my study as Señor De Leon droned on about the Spanish royal family and the history of Spain, which I was thoroughly educated in my time there. My mind floated elsewhere remembering the vivid dreams that I had a few nights before. For one, it felt so real, and I felt as if I was supposed to be doing something -THWACK!
I roused with the sound of the stick hitting the desk and above stood the frowning Señor De Leon who apparently was asking something about the subject but my mind was off frolicking that I wasn't paying attention. I looked at him trying my best to look innocent, but all that I got was his stern lecture, he ended the lesson soon after that.
“Nina”, he called out to me before he left the study, “it's not your problem anymore. It’s Damian’s problem,
