Chapter Thirteen: When Cheating was a Curse,

I stared at the notes I wrote last night. I can't understand anything about it. It's a bad idea to write notes in Latin. 

I facepalmed as the notes drop on the floor. 

Reviewing was a bad thing. I did not even stock any knowledge, what should I do!?

Incredibly stressful. What's even worse? This school is not ordinary, this is hell. It was worse than I imagined when I was in elementary. Or, high school is really like this.

I removed my palms from my face and spread out my skirt. I stretched out the wrinkles in my black uniform. It has bold red highlights, and the tie was half black and half checkered. At the end of my sleeves were puffs with buttons. I brushed my black hair. I can't believe it won't be ironed straight. I will look messy in the exams. Well, whatever. They don't have rules about looking neat anyway.

The uniforms are as beautiful as what you expect from a prestigious school. 

I stand up from a stall and walk