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Wynnie's POV

"Fuck!"

A curse word escaped my lips when I accidentally dropped my paint palette. It stuck to my uniform and socks before completely landing on the floor.

"Five pesos," said Klarence.

"Shut up, Kl— hi, Sir!" I immediately swallowed my words when I caught sight of my art lecturer standing behind Klarence.

"Five pesos, Miss Dein," he demanded.

Damn it!

There are rules and regulations we must follow: both general rules for the whole campus and classroom rules. Our adviser was the one who made our classroom rules and of course, our subject lecturers are well-informed about them. One of those classroom rules is that we are strictly prohibited to cuss. There's a P5 fee for every curse word we utter.

Frustrated, I stood up to get my wallet from my backpack. I took out a P5 coin and handed it to Klarence. Klarence is our class treasurer and also my loving best friend.

"Nice artwork there, Miss Dein. Sadly, you seem to be more colorful than your canvas," stated Sir Jedd.

Shit! I almost forgot about what happened just now!

I was about to say something I know I'll regret when our school bell made a loud noise, indicating that class is over.

"It's your lucky day, Wyn. Saved by the bell," whispered Klarence.

Lucky my foot!

"I want all those artworks on my desk tomorrow morning. Go one minute past 7 AM and your project will dive straight into the bin, understood?"

"Yes, sir!" answered everyone in the class.

"Class dis—"

I already bolted up from my seat and dashed into the bathroom before he could even finish his sentence.

I spilled paint all over myself and lost P5! How much more unfortunate can I get?

"Universe, you're too much! Did I kill the king in my past life to deserve this?!" I whined dramatically.

"Wynnie! You disappeared before our lecturer could even finish! How rude!"

I was startled by Klarence's sudden appearance by the bathroom door. I rolled my eyes before continuing my drama. "Just take a look at my uniform! How am I supposed to remove these stupid stains?! Go on, tell me!"

"Stop being such a drama queen. You don't even do your own laundry."

Oh... yeah, that's right. My sister handles that chore.

"I don't care! I still look filthy!" I complained.

"It doesn't look that bad, Wyn. To tell you the truth, you look like a rainbow... with an unpleasant face!" she laughed out loud.

"I hate you!"

She cackled like a witch. "Let's just go. I still need to organize my stuff."

I washed my hands before walking back to the classroom with Klarence. The whole floor is now empty and in complete silence. I walked over to where I was painting earlier and noticed all of my belongings neatly positioned in one corner.

Who on earth...?

"Klarence," I called out.

"What? Your persistent calling stresses me out. I feel like all of my hair is gonna fall off."