“I give up.” I groaned, plopping on Lena's bed.

She stared at my test results with worry etched into her features.

“It seems better than before, but the four main subjects are worse than bad.”

I rolled my eyes cynically. “You don't say.”

She stood up from the floor and came to the bed. “That reminds me, you've been missing all of Mr Gareth's class, why?”

I shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Do you even hear yourself, Rosie. His subjects are a must pass.”

“I know, Lena.” I groaned, sitting up.

“What exactly is going on?” She asked, squinting at me suspiciously.

“I don't want to talk about it.” I mumbled, tracing...