Epilogue-2

　　FIFTH

　　I roll my eyes when Mrs. Carlos announces another class activity. I know she just wanted to excuse herself from teaching today because she’s lazy as her fatass, though she has a good reputation with the school admin.

　　A new transferee drags an empty chair slumping her ass down dramatically to the chair.

　　“Fifth Hughes, how unfortunate for you to be my partner?”

　　Her remarks widen my eyes, but by the tone of her voice, she’s amused. No one approaches me that way.

　　I look at her hand, tapping the pen on her armchair.

　　She has her own fashion sense. Her wrist is full of bracelets made of beads and leather. What catches my attention are the neon wristbands arranged in a rainbow.

　　She’s wearing blue loose jeans with holes on both knees. I’m sure she did those holes on her own. Her plaid shirt is too big for her slim frame with a few buttons open, showing off her white shirt with SpongeBob winking printed in front.

　　“Are you scrutinizing my fashion sense, Fifth?”