Chapitre 21: CHAPTER 21

　　I don’t get this girl. She so badly wanted Tyler to work with us, and now I know she will spend five days avoiding him and hiding under her desk this way until school break.

　　“Right guys….. all sorted?” Our professor strolls in, carrying a bunch of metallic envelopes in his hand, and waves them in the air. “I have numbered cards correlating to topics on the whiteboard, so one person from each group raise a hand, and I will pass them out at random.”

　　Without prompting, I raise mine, and seeing we are at the front, I get handed a gold one right away before he walks past us and continues dishing out glittered notelets. Our teacher has always been weird and lame in this way. Adding sparkle to mundane projects. I flip it over, open it and slide out a piece of white paper with the number 6.