Black little spiky arms and tingly legs with white spots graced a tiny spider's frame as I watched it crawl across my desk. It looked so beautiful and fragile, it's thin legs, crawling across my shiny desk surface.

It's probably a new born. It's so cu—

Wham! A loud smack came down on my desk and I stared in horror at the maths textbook on my desk, perfectly covering the now definitely dead spider. My emotions swayed from sad to angry as my eyes trailed the arm of the perpetrator until they met with cold dark ones.

Stephanie.

"Why can't you at least put in effort to be normal like...