The Never

At the end of the day, Miro lounged in her bed while Harpin, Layette, and X talked crap about the teacher from lunch.

“Who even is that guy?” Layette complained.

“He’s a total creep, he’s like a janitor or something.” Harpin said.

“‘Assigned seating,’ like who does he think he is? Making Miro of all people sit with an Ever?!”

“Yeah, that’s like making the Queen of England dine with a French peasant!” Harpin said, annoyed. “You’re mom’s gonna kill them.”

“I know.” Said Miro, sighing. “But it will take a while. In the meantime, I’ll have to talk to the Ever reader.”

Layette scoffed, then leaned forward, putting her hand on Miro’s shoulder. “My condolences.” She said meaningfully. The girls laughed.