Chapter 17

Arya

Did Arthur write this?

I take a deep breath and try to relax, but so many bad things are running through my mind. Is he mad at me for some reason? Did I do something to him?

I’m looking at him now and I see that he’s already seated, talking and smiling at the ones who are registering their names for his lessons.

Meanwhile I have a paper here from Nancy that is saying some really ominous things.

But then again, Nancy doesn’t really have the best reputation. People here think her brains have been addled. I don’t mind her because she doesn’t harm me in any way and why would I be one of the people who are making fun of her?

Maybe she was just playing with me. Maybe this is her way of asking to be friends. I mean, I would never say anything bad about her, but she is pretty strange at times.

I crumple the paper and slide it in my pocket, giving Arthur one last look before finally leaving the place.

I head to the parking lot. I don’t know how to drive and I don’t want to mess with Arthu