Day 1 of 7:
They were listening through the cracks in the wall.
I could hear them whispering,
giggling at the snorts from my nose.
Such a cry baby.
She'll never know we're here.
Completely oblivious to everything.
I wonder if they knew
I was crying over them.
Day 2 of 7:
I always cry discreetly after Spanish.
It's a given.
They knew that.
The course isn't even that hard.
She just wants attention.
She must have been raised by storm clouds or something.