The whole school was bursting with colour and excitement today, to meet the one and only Eddie Emilio. Haiti and Luna had made it very clear they were reserving time just to take his autograph. A nineteen-year-old Prince Charming who happened to be talented in dance and music couldn’t be worthy of an actual autograph. Yes he can, Eve. Of course.
The bell hadn’t even rung yet to signal the first period and a the announcement board was crowded with students. I waited at the very back while Haiti and Luna paraded their way through the crowd to check which class they were in for dance. They were squealing when they came back, and told me we were in the same class. It was last period, so I considered myself lucky. I couldn’t dance if my life depended on it, and it was one reason I despised Edd
