Chapter 92- Unwanted Conversations
Tyler's POV
Could we just get this damn class over with already?
I let out an irritated sigh as I turned away, leaving Mrs. Agnes and Declan standing there like two lost puppies. Their dumbfounded expressions didn't faze me—I was too tired to care.
Midterm break was supposed to be my saving grace, a chance to breathe, but no—our English professor had to go and cancel it. Who even gave them the audacity to do that? You don't dangle freedom in front of someone and snatch it away. It should be illegal.
Dragging a hand through my hair, I trudged toward class, each step heavier than the last. I was exhausted. Drained. Frustrated.
And most of all, pissed.
I needed to get out of here. I needed to go home, lock myself in my room, and shut the world out. But no, the school seemed determined to drag the day out as much as possible.