Breath in. Breath out. Breath in...
"Why aren't you all dressed yet?" Ruth yelled entering the changing room where we girls were changing. "Quick! Our performance is on the call of eighth, which means we have an hour left." s**t, only an hour?
"Teacher, where should she change?" Ziva snickered, pointing at Ivanna who was sitting without any care of the world. It's been days since that happened. I hate you, pigeon!
Apart from the themes and art class together, I didn't see her anywhere. And she didn't poke me like she used to, nor did she look at me or glance at me. It was like after our argument, she changed. It appeared that the act she pulled affected her more than me.
Girls giggled but Ivanna acted unbothered. I never saw her talk to anyone besides her own group of friends. "Get rea
