"I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint reality."
Iris's POV
"I know what will make you feel better." He smirked.
"What?" I asked as my eyebrows were knitted together.
"Let's go shoot at some bird or something." He wiggled his eyebrows weirdly giving me a knowingly look.
"Wow! you really do get me." I smiled and placed my hands, dramatically on my chest.
I know you might be wondering... Shooting at birds?
Chris's dad is a soldier, a high-ranked general. So now and then he trains Chris and me on how to fight, use guns, and other weapons, which I really consider as fun.
Yes, I am weird.
"So how's preparation for your scholarship exams?" Chris asked wiping the corners of his mouth with some napkins.
"Well, everything is going as I planned, so I am going to be writing the exams
