Dread Jog (1)
Ella along with her fellow students reluctantly filed into the field, the mood around them was utterly sore, there were disgruntled murmurs here and there as they complained about the unfairness of everything.
Meanwhile Noah stood under a shade next to Ayra and Arlder. He had a nasty smile on his face as he watched Ella and the rest of them get ready to start their jog.
He had known the answer all along but kept quiet, just so that the rest of the class could look inferior to him. That was one of the things she hated about him, Noah seemed to have a deeply rooted hatred for Descendants.
He had managed to climb up the ladder and arrive in a class populated by clan heirs but it only seemed to make his impression of them grow even worse.
It didn't matter though, while the other students were grumbling Ella was thinking about her mistake. How had she made a mistake like that?!
In front of Arlder no less. She slowly felt her face getting hotter.