On one Wednesday afternoon, Sean was hanging out in the school library when he saw Saluna walking in through the front door, carrying her “I Am A Student” account pressed tightly in her hand. He shoveled his English books aside, clenching his fists on the table, utterly disgusted by her struts; and those sunglasses she always have on her face!
“You, again.” He muttered under his breath. Her turned her head towards him. Taking off her glasses slowly, she kept her eyes away from his and said, “Whatever you think, boy, I don’t care.”