Cherokee's POV
Once I am done writing in my diary, I put it back inside the drawer.
The vibration sound of my mobile grabs my attention. It is some random notification. My eyes fall on the time. Oh god! It's almost nine. My class will start in exactly one hour. I dash into my closet and change in one of my regular floral dresses.
I put my hair up in a messy bun and then grabbed all my books in my bag. I apply nude lipstick and eyeliner. That's all for me. I grab my bag and rush downstairs. It's now nine-fifteen. Thank god I still have time for breakfast.
I look around, only to find out Mrs. Beatrice was putting away his dirty plate. I smile a little, seeing the empty plate. I know what he likes. After all, I am observing him for almost six months now. I am about to sit down for my bre
