CHAPTER VI
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It's Wednesday today. I still haven't gotten over the events of the past two days.
Something changed between Seth and I. To be honest, I couldn't tell if it was good or bad. The only thing I could tell, was that I didn't want it to end.
We are currently on our break time. But, as I look around me, no one seems to be taking a break. Every group is engrossed in their respective preparations for the role play on our next next subject...our 5th subject for the day.
If you think we're hard-working, task-oriented, or anything synonymous to that, we're not. The truth is, we're procrastinating - like we always do. Personally, I'm not proud of it..but we can comply so, who cares right?
Anyway, I'm currently working on our script. Yup, that's how lazy we are: last minute script-writing. Seth and I are on the same group, along with 6 other people.
We are seated on the floor. Notebooks and cellphones crowding on my lap.
"Okay, so far this is what we've got"
I said, before reading the script to my groupmates."Good good; but, can we add in some kind of poem? Just to spice things up"
A groupmate suggested"Alright, what do you have in mind?"
Another groupmate askedWe all paused for a minute, before deciding to look it up in our phones.
"I'm gonna get food" Seth said before standing up.
I didn't mind him, I was too focused on our project. More like, I wanted to finish this project early. I was STARVING.
Seth came back with iced gems and sat beside me.
"Here's the final draft"
I showed the document on my phone to our groupmates."It looks good"
One of our groupmates said"Alright, now all we need is that poem"
I said retrieving my phone."I found one, check if it's okay"
Another groupmate said as she handed me her phoneI had her phone on my left hand and my own phone on my right. I tried to fit the poem into the script..
"Grey"
Seth called me by my last name, his hand offering a white ice gem in front of my mouth.I tried to dodge it but he followed. So, I let go of what I was holding and took the biscuit from his hand.
I gave him a short 'thanks' before heading back to what I was doing.
I didn't want to acknowledge the stares of our groupmates so I allowed the stanzas to engulf me.
After approving the poem, I returned every phone I didn't own and every notebook. Our groupmates all stood up leaving Seth and me on the floor.
My seat was near us; thus, my bag was at arm's length. I took my lunch out, thanked God for the meal, and ate.
"You're not eating?"
I asked, turning to face Seth"Just did"
He was referring to the iced gem biscuit."Oh okay"
"Unlike you, I don't eat my lunch for breaks and my snacks for lunch"
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