Jo
JoThe school on Monday morning was exceptionally quiet. Half of the students in my class hadn’t even bothered to show up and a lot of the teachers looked worse for wear too.
Why did I bother dragging myself to the studio?
“You look how I feel,” Reggie grumbled as she sat down next to me. She threw her bag on the table and immediately used it as a pillow. “Ugh, I should not have biked so quickly. Hey, what did you end up doing for your assignment?”
I glared at my art folder. “Something stupid, really. I’m dreading showing it to Matilda. Ooh, it’s my turn. Wish me luck.”
“Good luck,” Reggie mumbled from within her bag.
Reluctantly, I grabbed the work I’d completed over the weekend and brought it to the professor’s desk. I didn’t love what I’d made but my issue was with the subject,
