TAYA's POV :
Oh, the things I do for a high school resume.
Today, I was spending my precious Friday after school hours working to build a Titanic replica with the theater club. If this wasn't desperation, I didn't know what would be. Dear colleges, please notice me!
I had my oversized hoodie and baggy pants on, my hair pulled up in a messy bun, and my hands had dried paint all over them. I was in charge of painting the wooden boards, while Hallee was in charge of, well, everything else.
"Where'd Gabe go? I need him to arrange the props table," Hallee said in a demanding tone.
"I sent him to get the rest of the wooden planks from the car," I replied, my hands still busy with the paintbrushes.
"Alone? He can't possibly carry all that stuff by himself!"
"No, Judah'
