13.

Morowa.

Room bathed in the soft yellow light from my bedside lamp. With one finger scrolling through the screen going through the form meant to be signed by my guardians send to me by the school staff.

Manny sat across from me on the bed, almost mirroring my Indian style position but chewing on her nails. Stellar example, after telling me it was a bad habit countless times, she still does that same thing in front of me.

Shuffling from my front signifies Manny probably standing up. The sole of her shoes creating gentle clicking sounds, probably pacing.

Why is she even so restless?

I finally direct my gaze at her which confirms my suspicions. She was pacing and chewing in her nails, her mouth moving every now and then, uttering inaudible words.

"Manny?"

She halted her movements seeming startled at my voice. Her face sq