MILLICENT
“You took your time,” she said, hopping down as I dumped everything into an empty washer. “Thought you got lost skipping around like some Disney princess.”
I shot her a glare but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “I was not skipping,” I muttered, punching the start button on the machine. “And don’t even start with me again.”
Fiona smirked, leaning against the machine next to mine. “Alright, alright… but on a more serious note, are you also pissed about them shifting the exams like that?”
I stared at her blankly, caught completely off guard. “Exams?”
“Yeah,” she groaned, throwing her hands up. “Upper week. Can you believe it? And now the school groups are literally blowing up about the school board trying to change the principal or something shady, so they want the
