Ugh…I’m so sick of this shitshow of a school. This is just ridiculous. I really don’t care about any of this. Mr. Musk: Mister Zephyr! I jolt in my seat as my name is called loudly. The classroom has emptied, I must’ve been zoning out. I groan, throw my bag over my shoulder and sluggishly walk over to his desk. I lean on it with my hands. Yeah, what do you want?
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