Hours have passed after Brother Pascal destroyed the door of my room, and I haven't heard anything from anyone. I would see some maids gasp when they saw my room, but no one dared to ask what happened or do something about it.
I want to be mad at Brother Pascal but being mad wouldn't do me anything, and I know if I ask for help from our Butler or maids, I'm sure they wouldn't dare help me. I'm sure they were already ordered by Brother Pascal not to help me. So, I just busy myself reading some books I have in my room.
I wouldn't bother arguing with Brother Pascal about the door because I'm tired of arguments for today. I'll probably deal with it tomorrow. For now, I just want to take some rest.
I look at the clock and heave a sigh when I realize it's already nine in the evening, and I still haven't eaten my dinner.
I looked at my doorway and frowned when I realized no one even bothered to ask me that it was dinner time already.
