He grinned from ear to ear. “Excellent progress!” He turned towards me. “Seems like you may have some competition, eh, little almost-a-murderer?”
I wasn’t sure what part of that sentence made me want to die more.
“I’m not that good, really,” I tried to reason, and the professor grinned.
“Oh, you are. But so are your classmates. I’m really glad that’s the case. Mr. Hill, won’t you try again? I think the second time will go a lot smoother for you, as well.”
Sure enough, after barely two minutes, his green-ish coin turned dark blue.
Mr. Piers was grinning from ear to ear, like a proud parent. “You guys are pretty god-damn good!” He said, grinning at each of us. I had a feeling he was exaggerating his reaction slightly, but he did boost the morale.
I was never really good at staying foc
