Diana Hargrove has gone through enough tragedy for three lifetimes, yet she still has an affirming smile on her face. She's lived and travelled all over the world, but the last straw that broke the camel's back, brought her back to her hometown, Cre...
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𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 | 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦
Monday. The worst day.
Not because it's Monday, and it's the beginning of the week.
It's because I stayed awake all night long reading from Devyn's little notebook. That led to me being extremely tired and having the unluckiest day as if it's Friday the 13th.
First unlucky moment, I got in trouble for cracking my knuckles too loudly during an Anatomy test this morning. Then, I inevitably failed that test because I didn't know a single answer.
Second unlucky moment, I fell asleep during AP Calculus and screamed when someone dropped a textbook on the ground.
Third unlucky moment, I slipped in the cafeteria going to eat lunch with my friends and spilled spaghetti all over my sweater. It's the freezing cold weather's fault, because I would've eaten on the track if it was warm outside.
"Here," Jayden said, sliding next to me at my locker. I skipped lunch to try and wash my sweater in the bathroom. Now my sweater is wet and stained. Great. He handed me a hoodie. "Go change. I'll walk you to art in case you decide to fall and twist your ankle."
I ran into the bathroom and threw my sweater in the garbage. Nothing on earth could remove that stain. When I came back outside, Jayden handed me a granola bar and started walking towards our art classroom.
"Thanks," I murmured. "That'd be the icing on the cake. I can't handle another blow today."
"What's going on? You've been having a bad day," Jayden said.
"I didn't get any sleep. I kept reading this notebook that Devyn wrote to my dad. It's all about me, and I couldn't stop reading it," I explained.
"Well, let's go make sure nothing bad happens to you during art class."
I rolled my eyes following behind him. "With the luck I'm having today, a canvas might break over my head."
The classroom was completely filled with students by the time we walked in. Andrew was reading from one of his college textbooks, and chewing on a yellow highlighter. He always studies for his graduate exams before the bell rings.
The second the ball rang, Andrew went into teaching mode. "Alright, vultures. Some of you have been complaining that you can't handle this project with an undisclosed due date."
A girl in the middle of the classroom scoffed. "It's not just me. A bunch of us want a due date."
"Well, since I made this project last minute and essentially added on another project entirely. I've decided to take pity on you crying babies. The project will be due at the end of January."
"Do you have a specific date?"
"Let's say the last week of January for the art pieces, then we'll use the first week of February for the presentations," Andrew explained. He took a seat at his desk and resumed reading his textbook. "Work on your projects. Use any materials in the classroom that you need. Let me know if you have any questions.
