#Chapter42
UNREGISTERED NUMBER
Diane’s P.O.V.
And now, it’s Monday again. The worst day of the week!
My class would still be at one o’clock in the afternoon, but I woke up earlier than usual to finalize our documentary thesis. I was assigned to edit and double-check the computations, as well as to proofread its technical writing.
Although I considered myself an average student, I must admit that I was quite good when it came to Mathematics and English. That might be the reason why I landed as second honorable mention way back in my high school years.
Karen and Lorenz would surely kill me later, so I needed to finish everything today. Wearing skin-toned sleeveless and short black beach shorts, I was leaning on my bed where my chest and tummy were facing the not-so-fleecy mattress.
