(Naya's pov)
There's time for fun, and that's not now.
That's a pretty common phrase of mine. Now, it's unusual for people to use their recess on what's commonly known as work. I don't see it as work, though. I see it as a productive way to use my time.
I enter the classroom, and there's chaos. This is pretty common. Charley and Mille are always running around, teasing each other. Several people believe they're a couple, or at least likes each other. I find this absurd. Just let them be without pressuring a relationship onto them.
I've heard how Mille's friends talk about her and Charley. They enjoy using the name "Marley" (a combination of both their names, obviously). To be honest, I kind of suspect they don't mind it. As they're running after each other around the room, people record them. Apparently, Charley bought a lemon for her. I'm unsure whether she likes lemons or not. Both are a possibility.
I pull Sif aside from the crowd. She immediately pauses the video she was recording. "What're you doing?" She says.
"You've seen the video of Dina?" I say.
"Just to be sure, what video are you talking about?"
"Tell me what video you've seen of her," I reply.
"Well, it was from her recent live on TikTok." We're both quiet.
I looked to my side to make sure nobody could hear us, then I whispered, "Did she hang herself?" I asked her.
Sif stared at me. "Yes... Yes, she did."
"Were you in the live?" I asked.
"No."
"Who sent you it?"
"I don't know," Sif said. "It was an anonymous email."
"So you have no idea at all?"
Sif shook her head.
"Let me know if you hear anything." I said.
"Yes, sure. I'll let you know."
Sadly, it's Thursday, which means I have music theory for 4 hours... without Silke nor Sirah. I am incapable of making any other friends. Silke and Sirah have food tech. Some other people chose to have craftmanship and design. I seriously do not understand these people.
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