Chapter 8

I was shoveling strawberry yogurt into my mouth sneakily as everyone waited for the Biology teacher to arrive. This was my in-between class snack.

A few seats ahead of me, people were crowding over Meredith's desk. I got up from my seat, curious to see what was going on and went over to her desk. As I reached there, I saw a paper lying on the desk with chicken scratch scribbles.

"What on earth is this?" I mused out loud causing everyone to freeze.

Meredith slowly turned towards me. "What did you just say?"

"I mean," Pointing at the paper, I shrugged nonchalantly.

Her eye twitched violently. "Are you degrading my piece of art?"

"Whoa," I raised my hands up, "this is not art."