Chapter 26

Galam came in last and said, “Don’t forget the alcohol.” A couple of snickers erupted from the class. “Speaking of the devil,” I muttered and groaned, ignoring Eli and Abigail’s bickering again. It quickly ended when Mr. Jenkins told them they would have detention if they don’t shut their mouths. “I heard that,” Galam grunted and sat in his seat. He glared at the board, muttering something incoherently. “Okay class. We will begin on page 196 in your textbook –“ I felt something hit the side of my head and land on my desk. My nostrils flared as I took the crumpled piece of paper and opened it up. It didn’t take me long to realize Galam’s handwriting. ‘I like what you did with your hair today. Did the washing machine do it? Maybe you should start a trend,’ it read. I knew I looked like crap. My appearance wasn’t my biggest priority right now. However, he didn’t need to remind me about it. It took me a whole lot of my sanity