I shook my head. "That's enough. That's an easy matter." I could sneak out of school and skip the next two classes. But… I won't escape Jackie's grasp seeing my state like this.
The door of the art class was opened by someone. Shyla, squealed in surprise seeing my messy self. He even needed to put his palms to his lips, his eyes wide as if something had caught his eyeballs.
"OMG, Daph. You can graduate if the principal sees your appearance. The rules at this school forbid students from soiling their uniforms, let alone looking messy like that."
"Think of it as a myth." And yeah, I could have looked like a thug with my lips pierced, dyed my hair, and worn boys' accessories. Turning to Marcel, I waved my hand in the air. "Bye. Thanks for this artistic touch." I gave him my angelic sweet smile.
Marcel nodded, still maintaining his goofy grin. I trotted over to Shyla, leaving art class covered in oil stains.
"I have a spare uniform. You can borrow it from me," Shyla was kind to me.
As much as I could ignore the stares and laughter of the children along the hall as we headed to the girls' restroom to clean the stains on my hair while Shyla intended to stop by the locker to get her uniform.
"God bless you." I smiled sincerely at him. We parted ways at a crossroads. I jogged to the toilet, avoiding the intimidating stares of the other students. Luckily an outcast student like Shyla is still useful to me. God is good.