Slowly rolling, increasing rolling, low taps, faintly echoing from the polished wooden table. The taps were just as the topics running in my head and how I was processing them. They were low, strenuous, constantly increasing, I could only get closer to the answer which thrilled me.
"Pens up," Autumn called out while heading towards our desk, first it was Melody, after she had walked by Melody turned towards me.
"She can't be shitting me." She mouthed. I tilted my brows showing how much fun she was but I kept a straight face so Autumn wouldn't notice I was communicating.
She got to my desk retrieving my paper while I gazed up at her. "Wonderful." She said in a low tone.
"If you have a billion dollars from what you have stolen, what would you do with it?" She readout.
"Melody says.
