twenty-three

[Lucy]

Days have passed after the ball and things went back to normal, well as normal as normal ever was.

Sunday was the normal stay at home, binge watching rerun marathon of my favourite show, Spongebob.

My mum and Jones found an apartment for themselves not too far away from mine because to put it mildly, I had had enough and couldn't handle the excess PDA I was constantly tortured with from them. She visits once in a week to restock the fridge, cook one of my favorite meals and nag me about how skinny I look. Cue the eye roll. But, aside that, she has been very happy with Jones and that's the joy of every child to their parent– that they're constantly happy.

The sound of the bell shook me awake from my reverie. The just rounded class was Science and it goes as my second worst subject after dear, old, mathematics. The name of the teacher is Mr. Hart, and he, just like Mr. Clark, is known for his stern demeanor and strict discipline. He's a stickler for following the rules, and he