Chapter 3. Home at Last

Aires’s POV

It was about eleven in the morning when Mrs. Conrad ordered that everyone should start packing because we were leaving at twelve. In case you do not know, she is one of those people who always wants to be on time but never uses their time for anything beneficial. Not like I hate her, but we came here specifically to be taught something new and not to learn on our own. What are we even going to write in the exam? Oh, maybe I got stuck in a fifty-year-old building and my best friend is now the author of lies. Jeez, can’t the principal fire her already? What will I tell my mother when she asks what I’ve learned?

“What’s the matter, princess?” I heard a familiar voice ask, There are only two people who like to call me names, plus the disrespectful witch who thinks every guy likes her in the school.

“It’s nothing.” I turned around and saw Elena all set and ready to go home. I had my lunch box on the bus because, you know, I went out for a deathventure.