Sydney
Classes passed in an actual blur.
Not because they were exciting. But because nobody cared about how the president won the election six years ago.
Or how the immune system would fight when it realizes we have eyes.
And by lunchtime, every lesson had basically given up.
Teachers looked tired, students looked possessed. And the entire school seemed to be counting down until tip-off, like it was the only thing keeping us alive.
And if you asked me what I learned today? I couldn’t tell you a single thing.
All I knew was somehow, I survived sitting in front of Dean for three straight periods while he spent most of the time bragging to a girl who was obviously waiting for him to ask her out.
By the time the bell rang, my ears physically hurt.
Goosebumps still crawled up my skin
