Diana's pov:
The next day wasn't any better.
I had magically expected my files to return to my computer, but they didn't. Everything remained as blank as they were, further adding to my frustrations. All night I had been barely able to sleep for thirty minutes, thinking and thinking about how this could be possible.
"What is this?" Mr Smith asked as I presented him with the poorly made report. He stared up at me like I had grown an extra head or something.
I felt embarrassment eating me alive from inside as I met his eyes. To my horror I could feel my cheeks burning too. I wished for the ground to open up and swallow me. "It's the report from yesterday." I replied, clearing my throat.
"This..." He flipped through it. "This isn't satisfactory, Diana."
"I'm sorry, " I replied, my wor
