'Is someone talking about me' Easton thought as he rubbed his ears.
He was now seated on a desk in the student government office. From where he was seating he could see the whole school and for once since he entered this room he was thinking of taking a break.
Of cause that was until he looked back at the massive paper work on the table. It was from the administration the school couldn't by all that is good higher. Township events like the sports festival.
Which meant that he'd be dealing with paper work from the basketball, soccer, baseball and track clubs
He groaned in frustration. He seriously wanted to pull his hair out. No wonder the death toll had been growing more and more because of overwork.
It also explains why most people opted to go to host or hostess clubs. He'd been tempted too but one he was young and even if he got older it wasn't his thing since all of his money would be spent there and lead to him being in debt.
