Lilieth
The invitation Petra mentioned two days ago has arrived.
After lunch, I found it on the floor of my bedroom. They must have shoved it under the c***k of the door when I was out. I pick it up, turn it over, and realize there isn't much to it. It's simply a handwritten note declaring the time and location of the fight.
Nothing more.
A couple of days should have been enough for me to think things through and calm down, but I've only gotten angrier. Those things she said about my mother...I can't let that slide.
I'm not a fool. Petra chose to fight me the night before the final test for a reason. Her intentions are wicked and I don't know who else is behind this. Wenton? For some reason, my thoughts always gravitate toward him whenever I feel like there's a conspiracy against m
