Chapter 35 - "Sniffles And Whimpers." |Part I|-01

I walk at a leisurely pace, shoving my hands into my pockets and enjoying the cool breeze. The wind blows softly, making my hair fly from my forehead.

What a pleasant weather...

Just kidding.

The afternoon sun is scorching, burning right overhead. But I still walk slowly, 'cause I want time to think.

Lunch isn't over yet, and since Seneca seemed to be overly eager to avoid being late, I'd told her to go.

Now, There's a handful of minutes remaining for the first bell and my class is only 10 steps far from where I'm standing; which is in front of the building by the way.

Seneca had earlier dragged me to the school garden if you're wondering.

Going off topic, Micajah.

Yeah, so where was I?

In front of the building.