Callie’s POV
“Wait a minute. Why am I enrolled in wrestling class?” I exclaimed when I saw the final list of elective classes for the last semester. “I’m sure I signed up for visual arts, like I always do!”
Lila looked just as stunned as I did.
“I don’t get it. It must be one of those ‘system errors,’ you know, the kind the secretaries use to justify what was clearly a typing mistake.”
“But wrestling? Can you believe it? Me, in wrestling?” It was so absurd it was almost funny. “There’s obviously been a mistake.”
“It’s easy—go have them change it. I don’t think they’ll give you a problem, unless…”
I looked at Lila, waiting for her to finish her encouraging sentence, but from the look in her eyes, it seemed like quite the opposite.
“What is it?”
“There are no spots left in visual art
