It is only true that this school sucked eggs. I hated and wanted to sew it for bad reputation and educational needs. I could only think how Olivia was treating Melody without my superior help to back her up.

Melody must be disgusted da me anyways about me going to this nasty and unfitted-for-my-well-being school. But the main part I disliked about what they call a school, is this punt-attic, green haired boy, following me like a Lost Amore puppy. Not one minuto was a left alone without him clinging to my side, which-or course-I ordered constantly to stay away, and even if I don't know him that...