Sireen’s POV
Camilla walks in front of me as we make our way back to class, and this time, I try not to keep my head on the ground which is always the invitation for others to pull strings on me. I keep my eyes straight ahead and when we enter the room, Mr Abel is already done with his class and there’s a second teacher now.
It’s a new English lecturer that was brought down from a neighboring town, a class that only about half of the class is supposed to be taking, but Trevor and Kristy are still in their back seats, and for the split second that my eyes travel past him, he looks bored, tapping a pen away on the table as he stares blankly.
The lecturer, who looks to be in his early to mid thirties and I know as Sammy, regards Camilla and me with furrowed brows. “Are you ladies just comi
