The President of the Student Council wasn’t joking when he told as about the detention. It was true, he even took the two of us to the detention area of the college students. Even if I don’t want to go, I don’t have any choice. It is really against my will, and I could do nothing but accept fate, to be locked inside a room alone with him.
If I am the old version of Azhia, I might even jump and roll over in excitement.
“Good morning, sir!” he greeted and gave our detention ticket. The teacher in charged greeted the President back and asked for our ID’s.
“Azhia Yllaneihs Andrada, Chaos Valderama,” basa niya sa pangalan namin. Palihim akong umirap at tinapakan ang paa ni Chaos na ngayon ay ngingisi-ngisi sa tabi ko.
“You caught them skipping the class?” he added a question.
Huh. How
