It was our hell week. I have to burn my eyebrows in studying because of academic validation. I’m wasn’t only doing it for my parents. I’m doing it to satisfy myself. Sophie, one of my classmate, smiled at me as she handed me the paper.
I smiled back and bit the tip of my pen. “Good luck!” she mouthed. I mouthed back a “Break a leg” in exchange and look at my test papers. Sighing, I look back to see Natasha flexing her fingers and pushing the strand of hair on her face.
If anyone would see her right now, they’ll probably conclude she’s crazy.
Who is smiling like an i***t while answering an exam?
It’s Natasha Eigenmann.
I hate tests, but I have to do it because I don’t have a choice while Natasha here seems to enjoy taking exams like it’s her drugs.
I was keeping my pace in answe
