Chapter 21 - SOFIA

I hated school already, English in particular. Not that I had impeccable English, but somethings just didn't make sense to me especially how Shakespeare was going to help us advance in life. Our teacher Miss sheepman thought otherwise, she had this vision that Shakespeare had a lot to do with modern development. I wasn't the only one who didn't seem to enjoy the class, Ace sat beside me, his head planted firmly on his desk with soft snores coming out of his mouth. He looked dead tired, like he'd been run over by a truck. His knuckles had bruises on them and were messily wrapped in band aid. I looked at his face, smooth and stress free.