Chapter 6
I did not get much sleep last night even if I was past the point of exhaustion and jet-lagged beyond comprehension. I felt too hurt, too betrayed to even rest that I ended up arranging and rearranging the contents of the fridge until three in the morning. Even if the thing is massive, there still ended up not having enough space to put every item of perishable food that we bought. But in synchronicity with my rearranging stupor are my highly disorganized thoughts.
I mean, how does a three-hundred-year-old witch go through two months of mundane human education? I’d sooner die at the hands of the Fallen rather than go to human, not to mention American high school. I had already thought of not going. Youths cut classes all the time, right? But Xaero beat me to the punch saying tha
