Chapter 122 Daydreaming

• “Mish! Get your ass down, dinner is ready,” my younger sister, Evelyn, shouted from downstairs. I came back from school three hours ago and I’ve been on my bed sulking and constantly resisting the urge to scream at the top of my voice.
• Mrs. Shantel and Mr. Brett? How long has that been going on under my nose? I stalked Mr. Brett well enough to have known. I sat up swiftly and stretched my hand to pick my phone from my nightstand. Impatiently, I logged into Instagram.
• Pfft, of course I’m not on Instagram. I logged in with my sister’s account. Being bullied offline is only the much I can bear, thank you very much.