Lulu's p.o.v.
The classes were already started when I reached the school. I can hear the faint voices of teachers murmuring behind the closed doors, some footsteps of students in the corridor...the rain hitting the pavement outside.
It was all sunny when I left the packhouse, and look at the sky now...roaring like some wounded animal. Pathetic.
When I finally reached my classroom on the second floor, my breaths were erratic, my heartbeat doubled. I am nervous. So nervous. But can't just stand here outside the class like this. I have to face Irene. So, I took a deep breath, summoned my remaining shred of courage, and entered inside.
The wooden door made a haunted crack sound as I opened it and closed it with a low thud. Mr. Berrick, our old history teacher looks tired as usual, he d
