WEDNESDAY. 7:27 AM.
There's no second Mr. Sprayberry is spotted with a frown. Even when he comes from the hospital; after seeing his sick wife, he still smiles happily. He's always with a goofy smile that makes the students feel at ease with him.
But now, it's different. And I feel like I'm walking on hot coals with him.
"You won't be participating in today's camp activities,"
My frown deepens.
"Since your group failed to bring your Miltoniopsis to me." He finishes.
Okay, he's definitely in a bad mood. But what could have happened to make him like this?
"But not everyone found a Miltoniopsis and they're getting ready for the camp activities." I start to argue.
He folds his arms and his stare grows much colder. "Someone made it clear that you were the reason your group couldn't get the Miltoniopsis before the time ran out."
