Chapter 80 - "Make The Damn Move Micajah."-01

It's Sunday. The day after the disastrous ceremony. I throw my pencil down with a sigh, looking up at the ceiling in frustration. I pull off my glasses and place them on the table, wiping my hands across my eyes. How the hell does Mr. Devon expect us to complete the entire chapter in the weekend?! 'I bet our Mate would've completed it all,' My Wolf sighs, he too, feeling my pain in doing Maths. 'I know.' I push the chair back as I stand up, stretching my limbs. Might as well take a break and do these sums afterward; with a fresh mind and renewed energy. Okay, okay, I'll admit it. I don't think I'll ever have the 'fresh mind' or 'renewed energy' to do these problems. I let the huge text book fall close and arrange it and my notebook on the corner of the table, making my way to the living room. Last night, when Seneca had returned to the room with fresh bruises on her arms