Chapter 13

Update on our condo unit: Everything is still in place. There was no kitchen fire, except for the sunny side up egg I had been cooking earlier. It's all Frances' fault because the egg I was preparing wouldn't have burned if he hadn't talked to me earlier. And none of the other food I cooked burned. It's still edible and tolerable. Frances hasn't stopped babbling yet, so far. He was still ranting about the one classmate of ours he had loathed from the start.

He ended up being his groupmate in one of our group activities. He almost cursed our teacher because they were actually placed in the same group. Regardless, he deserves it. I have no idea why he is mad at our classmate. When Frances sees that person, his nose practically steams up even though he doesn't do anything to him. Why can't he just adjust for himself? Poor man, he has no idea why Frances finds him so irritating.

"As they say, the more you hate, the more you love." I said and laughed at him. He made a horrible noise and to