“There you are,” Ashley breathed, rushing up to me.
I contemplated over the thought of whether Practicals were cancelled just because of me or not.
“You know class doesn't end till like lunch time. It's only past ten. Thomas sent me to find you. They're headed to the field now; we're gonna do some more exercises. They didn't want to leave you to find them on your own, you'd be lost.”
We strolled together, through the main lobby.
“Are you alright, though?” Ashley asked, concerned.
“Yea, I'm fine for now, I think. It's just that those questions kinda hit some sore places. But we've all had bad days, right?”
“Yea, you're right. I myself felt some tears coming, but I just held it in. Usual for the fake smilers,” she shrugged. “It’s worth being at least a little positive though. It’s always worth it in the long run.”
“We really shouldn't be fake smiling,” I joked. “Berry and Thomas can see right through us with their ‘psychological powers.’”