That afternoon, Hanna was extra giddy. Extra giddy. She was all smiles even to the people she did not know existed until today, which is totally weird. Dylan was intrigued but said nothing. She is the type of friend who likes to observe first then ask questions later. A habit she got from her dad ,Chief Yates. They waited outside for Jo, who finishes class later than theirs.
“I enjoyed class today.” Hanna said.
“Hmm? You enjoy every class. Maybe not a hundred percent, but you’re you. You don’t dislike anything that has to do with acads.”
The wind blew, sending cool air into the open school grounds. Students were scattered and clustered waiting for friends or siblings. Dylan hugged her backpack. She was wearing thin fabrics today.
“Um, what do you think of James?”
“James? Wait, we d
