Somewhere along my week spent at home, I picked up the books hoping to get something inside my head and to my surprise I actually did. So for the last 2-3 days of the week, I studied chemistry at home. The most funny part was seeing mom’s face when she saw me holding a book in my hands, she freaked out and started checking my temperature, mumbling that I must have an infection in the wounds on my arms and legs which by now have closed and nearly healed. I was still struggling with a few parts of it but now I can at least understand the basics.
On Monday since my bike was gone for repair again against my mother's wish, Max came to pick me up in the morning for school.
“Good morning my little peeled berry” I have a feeling that one of these days Max is going to get punched for his terribl
