Chapter 25 - What OJ Wants, Needs, Feels

*Sydney Roswell's POV*

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At precisely ten minutes that I had been carefully answering my math test paper, I almost jumped on my seat when I heard a girl singing at the top of her lungs without caring of anything in the world.

I looked at the newcomer who walked in through the closed door while she was still singing with her heart's content and making gestures, and I glared daggers at her. What the f*ck is her problem? What in the world is she trying to do this time?

The annoying ghost went on and on and sat on the front table while the teacher was busy typing something on his computer.

Honestly, if she's not trying to bother me, I might compliment her remarkable talent, but right now, I need total silence.