Electra's POV
I let out a long, silent yawn as the bell rang, signaling the end of our third class of the day. Three classes down, and I already felt like my brain was on the verge of meltdown—not because the material was complicated, but because I'd heard all of it before.
Unfortunately for me, I was now forced to sit through lectures aimed at a class level beneath my old one, and if boredom could kill, I would've died a thousand times already.
Pushing out of my seat, I rolled my stiff shoulders and slung my bag over one arm. A glance around the classroom confirmed that most people were doing the same thing—stretching, collecting books, chatting with friends.
