Today is Monday. And this is the first slow Monday that she has ever encountered. Waking up without the help of the alarm, attending school just to hand the resignation with her name written, all was this was accomplished by a finicky Erine.
Just like that certain Monday, the class seems to be moving slowly, that she envisions the whole class being the shell of the turtle, being dragged on the back.
That's why when the last period ended, Erine fixed her things right away, shoving them in a set.
"What's the rush?" Michelle asked. Unlike her, both friends seem like laid-back snails as they fix their things.
"Oh," Erine said. "I was just about to go to the club."
Michelle may have not heard the news, that's why her eyebrows rose up at the mention of the club. Before she could ask, Eliza
