Draven Monticello
Shit!
Inis kong itinapon ang nalukot kong tracing paper. I've been so damn affected by Zai's treatment lately. She has no right to do this to me! It's messing with my head—I can't focus at all. Frustration bubbled inside me as I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a sharp breath.
I grabbed another sheet of tracing paper and a freshly sharpened pencil, hoping to finally get some work done. But how many pencils have I already snapped in anger? I clenched my jaw, feeling the weight of irritation settle on my shoulders.
It was already eight. A sense of unease crept over me as I made my way to Mavis's room, hoping to find her there. But as I pushed the door open, I was met with nothing but emptiness—she still wasn't back. My chest tightened. Where could she be at this
