25th July

What day is it?

Insert cheering children sounds. It's Monday!

You know, I've been wondering… Why's it so difficult to thread a needle? I mean, they literally made sewing so much harder cause of the hole. I understand that it needs to be small 'cause the needle needs to puncture through the fabric and whatever, but couldn't they make like a shrinking needle?

Just have the hole wider then pull the needle or something then the hole shrinks to perfectly clasp the thread. Sounds handy for people who don't have the patience or the steady hands to do such things.

Okay, what's on my itinerary for the day?

Let me just check real quick.

Yep, let me flip this non-existent script of mine.

Hm… It seems like I have to go to school.

Woke up feeling as graceful as a vampire exposed to sunlight but coincidentally had sunscreen on, but is still feeling the effects of the sunlight.

Yeah, I accidentally fell off my bed.

"Ouch," I muttered monotonously as I pushed myself up from the ground.

Well, if I remember correctly, I have a meeting with Mr Popular, currently my Mr Boyfriend at the moment. I glanced at my phone for the time before noticing that he had already sent me a couple of texts. Well, I'm definitely going to make it to school on time to meet up with him, so no rush.

No rush at all.

After my usual routine, I stepped out of my room in my school uniform. Fable was nowhere to be seen and my Mom looked like she had just woken up as well. She yawned before noticing me. She asked me, "Where are you headed?"

I gestured to my school uniform. "Pretty obvious, if you ask me."

"Okay, but why are you leaving this early?" She continued pressuring me.

"Meeting up with someone," I replied honestly.

My Mom shook her head. "Remember the last time you left early?"

"I would be surprised if I didn't," I joked casually. "Shit happened like two days ago."

"Nah, but seriously though, it's strange for you to go to school so early," My Mom let out a sigh before yawning. "What kind of secrets are you trying to hide?"

I threw out the peace sign and smiled cheekily. "Meeting my boyfriend."

She just stared at me in shock before I let out a laugh. I apologised, "Sorry, sorry. Was that too much of a joke even for me?"

My Mom cracked a smile and knocked my head gently. "You scared me there."

I sat down on the couch, shoes and socks in my hand. I told my Mom, "Well, I am meeting someone today though."

"Who is it?"

"I could literally say a random name and you would have no way of confirming it," I responded.

"I could ask Fable."

There was a moment of silence before we both chuckled at the thought. I joked with her, "No way Fable's social enough to know the names of people."

My Mom nodded in agreement.

After I put my shoes on, my Mom suggested, "Why don't I drive you to school?"

"There's really no need," I tried to reject her offer.

She shook her head, staring me directly in the eyes. "It's just… whenever you go out by yourself recently, I've been getting this bad feeling that something's going to happen. I want to make sure that you're really alright."

"If I die, you die kinda logic?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I guess."

"I'm gonna accept that car ride then."

My Mom told me to stay put and wait for her to get ready first. Meanwhile, I just sat on the couch, staring at the same door I see every day. There's just something so peaceful about staring at a familiar scenery.

My Mom emerged wearing some casual clothes, her hair tied up simply. I asked her, "Don't you have work later?"

"I'll have time," She told me. "I'm just dropping you off at your school anyways."

"Fair point."

While I'm in the car, let me pose a problem.

If I rip something apart, would it be considered division or subtraction? Cause let's use a whole pizza as an example. I cut the pizza in half, that's dividing it by two. So ripping it in half is considered division.

However, if I were to rip a small chunk of the crust off, most would consider that subtraction as it doesn't follow the standard requirements for division. Yet, if tearing off a small chunk is subtraction, would splitting it in half not also be subtraction? I mean, it's basically the same format, innit?

So I subtract half, leaving me with a left and right side. You could say you removed half from the left side, but you can also say you removed half from the right side. And all of a sudden you just subtracted one with two halves to get two halves.

And if you tear off a chunk, could you say you tore off a majority of the pizza except for the chunk? Does the reverse work or is it set in stone?

You know, random thoughts in my head, huh?

Okay, hear me out.

…

Great talk guys.

Moving on, it appears that I have arrived at school. My Mom waved me off after having dropped me off at the drop-off area. Hardly ever been to this area recently, kind of a fresh experience, really. My Mom drove off soon after.

Coincidentally, I see the familiar face of a portly man.

"Mr Dohl!" I called out enthusiastically. "Fancy meeting you here."

He rubbed his eyes before asking me, "What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

I threw out a peace sign and a smile. "To commit crime."

Mr Dohl frowned. "That's not funny."

I shrugged, telling him, "I don't understand your sense of humour, teach. You've heard a bunch of my best jokes but none of them ever makes you laugh."

"Your sense of humour is a bit… vulgar," He stated.

"Okay?"

I waited a few seconds, but he did not say anything. I asked him, "So… is there no follow-up or anything like that? We're just gonna leave it at that?"

I snapped my fingers. "How about I tell you a joke right now?"

"I should really get going," Mr Dohl tried to escape my grasp. "I need to get some coffee."

"C'mon, it's just one joke," I encouraged him.

He stayed reluctantly. Like, reluctantly to the point where I had to stand between him and the staff room. He waited patiently for me to do my thing. So I started, "Yeah, so there was this guy, right? He got off his horse and walked into a bar, gun in hand and all, real cowboy style. He asks the bartender 'Yo, could I get a drink on the house?'. The bartender replied, 'Only if you tell me a joke'."

I took a deep breath before saying really quickly, "The guy said, 'Sure. So one day, a guy got off his horse and walked into a bar. He asks the bartender for a free drink. The bartender agreed, but he would have to tell him a funny story. The guy said, 'Okay, one day a guy got off of his horse and walked into some random bar. He asks one of the waiters for a free drink. The waiter agreed, but only if he could tell him a funny story. The guy said, 'Sure, so one fine day, a lad hopped off his horse and walked into a bar. He asks the bartender for a free drink, but the bartender wanted a funny story in return. He said, 'Aight, bet. One day, a-"

Mr Dohl put his hand up. "Please stop."

"I was just getting to the good part," I complained.

He shook his head before telling me, "I'll meet see you later for homeroom."

"As you do."

He walked off. I stood there for a second before walking off as well. So, I'm supposed to be meeting with my boyfriend whom I've been dating for approximately two days. When I reached the cafeteria, there I saw.

"Mr Popular himself, in the flesh," I joked when I walked up to him.

He looked up from his phone and smiled.

"So sorry, but can I get your autograph?" I asked when I sat down next to him.

He laughed before shaking his head. "Nah."

There was a bit of silence before he asked me, "So… you mentioned that you almost died? What happened?"

"Well, you see, I was out on a walk really early one day, as you do," I explained. "But a group of people tried to rob me or something? Can't really remember. Wasn't paying much attention. I'm fine though, some homeless guy saved me."

While he was still processing the information, I continued, "Like, he straight up tanked a stab from those guys. I mean-"

"Are you alright?" He interrupted me.

"I wouldn't ha-" I paused after hearing him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt," He apologised.

"Nah, it's fine," I waved him off. "I'm fine. That's the whole reason I'm in school right now too."

Otto was fidgeting with his hands. "Well, I think it would have been fine if you took a few days off of school."

"Nah, got this circumstance I'm in at the moment," I sighed. "The school's going to expel me if I miss even a single day of school."

"That's quite unreasonable."

"Right?"

I stared him in the face, he glanced away momentarily before looking back at me. He cracked a smile, asking me, "Is there something on my face?"

"You're really popular amongst the girls," I commented. "Why do you seem so nervous?"

"Okay, first of all, it's not like I wanted their attention in the first place," Otto argued.

Liar.

"Second of all, I'm nervous 'cause I don't know when a certain someone's gonna try to ruin everything," He elaborated, swiping his hair back as he talked. "I'm also worried for you. What you had to go through and what people might do to you because we're dating."

"I see."

I snapped my fingers, startling him slightly. I nudged him with my elbow and asked, "So, what made you fall for me, hm?"

His face reddened slightly. "Um…"

"Don't say I'm pretty," I warned him. "Because there are a bunch of prettier girls out there. And guys. Respect to the guys."

"I like that you smile a lot," He answered. "But I really started to fall for you back at the cafe when I saw you staring out of the window during the rain."

Hm…?

"Like, I was wondering to myself, 'Wow, I've never seen someone as beautiful as her!'," He continued. "It's just a feeling I got, not just what you look like, you know?"

"You don't really make sense," I commented.

"I don't really know how to explain it," He told me. "It's like you're free like you're in a world of your own. Just how blissful you looked even without a smile."

I chuckled before patting him on the back. "Picasso much?"

He blushed, looking away. "Then after I got to talk to you more, I was wondering if there was a way I could talk to you even more. I like the energy you carry yourself with. I got some information from my pals about what you were like previously… I hope that isn't weird?"

"Carry on," I prompted him.

"Well, they didn't really know you, but they've heard other people talking about you. They told me about how you were constantly bullied and running errands for Candace for the past few years. I find it astonishing that you can still act the way you do despite all of that."

He smiled grimly, staring at the ground and saying, "I want to apologise for everything Candace has done."

"What's there to apologise for?" I countered.

He sat up straight, scratching the back of his head. "Well, you know how I've dated a few other girls in the past?"

"And you used to date Candace," I noted.

Hm… what's up with him now? I swear, I thought we were just gonna hang out and chat about our favourite ice cream flavours or something. I like coconut and maybe a little bit of mango too. Not orange or tangerines though. Those taste weird.

"Well, Candace wasn't really who she is now," Otto explained his totally legit reason for apologising. "I guess she had a crush on me for some time. My first girlfriend was sort of the diva of the school, kind of like the queen. Candace started changing afterwards. When I broke up, I then dated Candace for that one week."

He took a deep breath before explaining to me, "I think it might be because the popular girls keep asking me out. I didn't really know how to say no back then, so after I broke up with Candace I had two other relationships."

"Yes, tell me your love story," I nodded along with the story.

"Does it disturb you?"

I shook my head. "Yeah, no. Honestly, this is just free entertainment at this point. Go on."

"I'm pretty sure Candace thinks my type is the popular diva kind that commands respect," Otto explained. "That might be the reason she's been like that ever since she entered high school."

So he's saying that the reason I had to suffer was that he kept dating the popular chicks in school? My god, does that sound self-centred? But to be fair, I can totally see Candace doing that. Hold on… now I'm just curious as to what Candace was like before Otto decided to go out with the baddies.

"Nah, she's just a bitch," I waved his entire explanation off.

When he tried to say anything else, I put a finger to his lips. "You don't have to apologise for anything."

I grinned. "You know, I love Candace because of who she is."

I pulled my hand back, a wide grin on my face. He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

I put a hand to my chest dramatically. "Well, you see, Dear Candace has been on my mind a bunch since a couple of years ago."

While making direct eye contact, I elaborated, "I love her so much, you know. I want to tear her down and watch her crumble from the inside."

I shrugged before winking. "Normal stuff."

"...Okay?" He replied hesitantly.

I glanced over at the stalls opened before asking him, "Yo, you wanna get some food to eat? Have you had breakfast?"

I paused for a moment. "Wait, I got the sentences mixed up."

Somehow, he managed to smile despite all of that. "No, haven't eaten yet."

We got up and walked side by side, an awkward gap between us. I pointed at the stall that sold the stir-fried noodles I liked. "Well, that store's still closed. It's quite a shame considering how much I love their stuff."

"I heard a bunch of people complain about how unhealthy it was," Otto said.

"But it tastes good though."

He smirked. "Are you the type to not care about your weight?"

"Rude," I poked him in the side, which made him jump away from me slightly. "Also, no, I do not really care about my weight. I just don't eat that much."

"Ah, I see."

I faked an attempt to poke him again, making him put his arms up in defence. We both laughed lightly until we reached the skewers stall where I got a single mushroom skewer. When Otto reached the stall, he commented, "Oh… This is where you got your sticks from."

"Hm?"

"Last Friday?" He tried to recall the memory for me. "You threatened me with the skewers."

"Oh, I think I remember something like that."

No, I don't.

He got a beef skewer and what I can only assume to be asparagus. We stood around for a bit before I asked, "Where do you wanna head to now?"

"The garden?" He suggested.

"I don't think the food's allowed there," I informed him before shrugging. "But who cares? Let's get going!"

We strolled a bit while eating, just looking at the garden. It was decently early, so not too many people were around. I guess it was better for both of us if things remained that way, huh?

Let's be honest, the only direction left to go from here is down.

We finished strolling and chatting. On our way back to class, he joked with me, "You didn't really give me interview questions, huh?

"What? Disappointed?"

I laughed before waving him off, already walking in the direction of my class. "I'll prepare a couple of questions next time."

Understandably, most of the people nearby started to stare at us. Otto walked back to his own class. Luckily, there weren't too many people around.

For someone that's really worried about his girlfriend getting found out and bullied, he does seem rather daring about these things.

After turning around, who else do I see?

My oh my oh my…

You couldn't have timed this any better! Otto, you've really outdone yourself this time with your excellent timing.

Staring wide-eyed at me was none other than Dear Candace.

"Why were you with him?" She demanded, walking up to me.

I put my hands up in surrender, smiling widely. "Well, you see, I tripped, fell and broke my leg, so he helped me get to class."

"Bullshit!" She shouted.

"No shit sherlock," I laughed. "Leg's perfectly fine."

I tried getting closer to Candace, but she simply pushed me away. I stuck my tongue out at her, asking, "What's wrong, Candace? Weren't we getting something going between us? What was that for?"

Candace had balled her hands into fists as she glared at me. The few people in the class had gotten up and stood at the doorway to watch what was going on. Some other people who wanted to walk by stopped due to the commotion.

"I'm asking you what you were doing with him!" She demanded again.

I dropped my voice so it could only be heard between us. "Dear Candace, didn't you say you aren't after Mr Popular? Why would it matter if we're together?"

She grabbed my collar.

I could feel how rugged her breath was and how close she was to tearing up.

I can't. Not yet.

I need to marinate this a little more. Just a bit more…

"You've been bullying me for so long," I told her with a smile. "You also bullied the girls Mr Popular back there dated, huh? Bullied them into breaking up with him?"

I could tell she was holding herself back from hitting me.

"Ever since that day…" I whispered happily. "You've been really different around me. Are you afraid that I would end up dating him?"

"SHUT UP!" She screamed.

All of a sudden, the chatter around us became silent and everyone's attention was directly on us. I grinned, putting a hand of mine over hers which was still clutching my collar. "My blouse is gonna get crumpled you know."

I shrugged. "But hey, at least you're the one doing it."

She shook me violently, giving me some backlash from my head getting cocked back and forth. When she stopped, I put a hand on my temple, saying, "Woah. I'm feeling kinda dizzy now."

"Just answer my question."

"Or what?" I asked. "Gonna beat me up again? Maybe strip me in front of a crowd? My bag's right here, I can give it to you right now to throw in the trash."

I tried reaching out to touch her face. "If you're the one doing it~"

She smacked my hand aside and immediately slapped me. I was looking to the right, glancing over at a few people who just stood there watching. Some were taking videos or pictures, so I held the peace sign for a solid second as a pose for the camera. I then rubbed my cheek.

I faced Candace, who was breathing hard and shivering.

"You can hit me harder if it'll make you feel better," I told her. "Hit me as hard as you can. Hell, play out all the kinks you have."

I got even closer to her to say softly, "I really, really like you, Candace."

I walked by her, my left cheek still stinging from when she slapped me. Remember when that happened? Bloody hell, it felt like a minute ago.

At the door, the people started dispersing. When I walked into class, I greeted them, "Top of the morning!"

It was oddly quiet.

I went to my seat and sat down, already feeling the eyes on me. Soon enough, Candace walked in as well. Her friends immediately went up to her and started talking to her. Must be nice to have friends that care about you.

I'm pretty surprised that they haven't done anything recently.

Wonder why that's the case.

While chilling, I didn't really pay too much attention to the time. Mr Dohl walked in and immediately noticed the weird mood that hung in the air. Instead of questioning it like last time, he just kinda ignored it.

Class started.

I was busy fidgeting with my fingers while Mr Dohl went through homeroom. It was a lot quieter than usual. Hell, for the first time it looked like Mr Dohl was actually concerned about the well-being of our class as a whole.

Ding dong bing bong~

Break's here.

Before I could go about my day of hanging out with Candace against her will, someone approached me. It was that guy with a slightly crazy girlfriend. What's his name again? I swear it was Patterson or something like that.

"Wazzup?" I asked when he got close to my desk.

A bunch of people from my class had already left, leaving what I would approximate to be around five or so people left.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Peachy."

He didn't look like he thought I was okay. Maybe he's thinking that I'm thinking that I'm okay, but then again, I'm thinking that he's thinking that I'm thinking that I'm okay. So honestly, anything could be running through his mind at the moment.

"What was going on outside?" He continued asking.

"Feels like a whole interrogation, huh?" I joked. "But yeah, small thing, small thing."

I pointed at him. "But hey, just wondering, could I speak to your girlfriend one day? Just really felt like talking to her."

"Um… why?"

I shrugged. "I dunno, just wanted to ask her a couple of things. Nothing too crazy though."

I snapped my fingers suddenly, just remembering something. "Right! Right, I got your girlfriend's number. Never mind, you can carry on with your day."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Never been better."

He walked off hesitantly to rejoin his group, whispering a couple of things to them. Huh, wonder why he's so nosy about my business?

"The class rep is really trying to uphold his reputation, huh?" I heard someone whisper.

"After dating that girl, of course, he has to try," Someone whispered in response.

I glanced over at them. They noticed me before shutting their mouth. I pointed in the general direction of where the guy had gone. "That guy's the class representative?"

"Yeah," One of them answered me. "Didn't… Didn't you know that?"

"Not at all!" I chuckled to myself.

I quickly got up and skipped my way over to Candace, but she simply walked out of the class, accompanied by her two pals. I still had a smile on my face as I watch her leave. Now I wonder what's going through her mind.

Candace~

Maybe I should talk to her pals about the things she likes. Who knows, maybe get her a couple of gifts. I heard gifts were good for forming bonds with people. Isn't it like bribery? I mean, you're giving something to someone expecting their attention and return of affection. Unless you call that an exchange? But then the whole concept of gifting is kinda messed up, right? Since gifting is something you do without the expectation of getting something in return.

Nah, probably not important.

While just strolling through the school building, I was busy thinking about some stuff.

My phone made a slight vibration, so that meant someone sent me a text. I stopped randomly and pulled my phone out to check. Turns out, Otto sent me a message about whether it was alright to meet up during the break.

'Roof?' I sent.

'K'

This guy really just sent me the letter 'K'? Wait, is that a modern-day thing or am I tripping? I swear I've never seen anyone just send the letter 'K' as a substitute for the word 'Okay'. Anyways, I turned a complete 180 and made my way to the roof.

You see, the roof in our school is a completely legal place to be but it just kinda feels illegal to go to. Maybe it's because of the constant reminders about how dangerous the roof was even though there are these annoying fences around them.

It's no surprise to find close to anybody on the roof unless they're secretly meeting up.

Yes, I do in fact fit in that category.

Imagine my Mom's face if I told her I was meeting a 'hot' guy on the roof in secret where not too many people would be around. She would instantly lock me in my room for a couple of days to make sure I was really safe.

But I digress.

"Hello, hello, hello," I announced my presence when I noticed Otto on the roof.

I closed the door behind me and approached him. His hair was being blown around by the wind. My hair was an absolute annoyance, so I used one hand to just push my fringe back. What? It kept stinging my eyes.

"I heard there was a commotion outside your class," Otto told me.

"Nah, nothing serious," I said cheekily.

"But I literally saw you facing off against Candace?" He brought up.

I tilted my head. "Damn, you saw that?"

I shrugged. "I understand why you didn't want to step up though. Can't have this little secret of ours get around so easily in such a boring fashion, innit?"

"Huh?"

"You know, I've been thinking about it," I mentioned, tapping my chin. "People are going to find out anyways. I've been trying to think up the most spectacular way to reveal it to the rest of the school!"

"If they find out, they find out," He stated. "There doesn't need to be anything more than that."

"But that's boring," I complained.

"Okay… then what did you have planned?" He asked me.

"Well, I was thinking we could stage a thing where someone tries to attack me and you swoop in to protect me," I told him. "You can say some of the cheesy lines from action movies and stuff."

He looked away, covering his mouth. "No… I don't think I'll be able to do something like that."

"We can do it the other way around if you'd like," I suggested. "You can get attacked and I'll be like 'That's my guy you're messing with'."

He let out a grin. "That sounds pretty lame."

"Pretty cool, you mean."

I put my hands together, letting my hair fly randomly in the soft breeze blowing by. "So, what do I owe the pleasure of talking to you today?"

"Well, I just thought we could hand out here from now on since not too many people show up here," He told me.

"But when there're others, we gotta dip," I nodded. "Until it's made public, I guess."

We both sat on one of three convenient benches on the roof. He let out a sigh before telling me, "There might be a problem with my parents…"

"Hm… same with me," I agreed.

He raised an eyebrow. "Wait, have you told your parents?"

"Funny thing, actually," I chuckled. "I brought it up as a joke to my Mom, she totally doesn't take me seriously enough to believe it."

"Oh."

"And if she finds out I'm dating, she's basically going to interview you."

He smirked. "Is that why you thought to prepare interview questions for me?"

I shrugged, not saying anything in response.

"Well, my parents might not approve of… 'us'," He said with a bit of a sigh. "They chase away anybody they think won't benefit the family."

"I think I'm plenty beneficial," I countered.

"They'll probably ask you about your grades, what your future aspirations are and what you're planning to study in University," He stated bluntly.

There was a slight pause before I let out a laugh. "Not too different from my Mom, huh?"

He forced a smile of his own.

"Can't say I can be that helpful in that regard," I told him. "Hell, I'm almost dropping out of school. Your parents would love me!"

"Fuck my parents," He sighed. "I don't care what they have to say anymore."

What a show of resolve.

"If I ever become famous after they chase me off, that would be hilarious," I added. "Like if I became really famous. So famous that I get to just have wine and cheese wherever I want. I don't drink though."

"What would you be famous for?" He asked, more as a tease than anything.

"I dunno, crimes?" I replied light-heartedly.

He shook his head, a smile on his face. "Yeah, they're definitely not regretting their choices if they see that."

"How about an actress?" I asked him. "A famous actress rivalling that of Zendaya?"

"Then it would be impossible for us to date," He informed me. "Because you would have all the guys fawning over you."

"Damn, like our roles now would be switched, huh?"

We both laughed about it.

When we settled down, Otto was staring off into the distance. He asked me softly, "Do you want to be an actress when you grow up?"

I adjusted my seating slightly before replying, "Not really sure about that."

"I would like to think I have the talent for it, but let's be honest, I'm nothing compared to a lot of others," I added. "The acting industry is cut-throat."

"At least you have an aspiration."

"Who said anything about it being an aspiration?" I asked.

"So you don't intend to do it as a job when you grow up?" He asked back, looking slightly confused.

"It's a hobby."

He silently said 'Ah…' before looking away. I nudged him with an elbow, asking, "So, what are your plans for the future?"

"Take over my father's company," He let out a sigh. "Nothing much I can do otherwise."

"Your future's set in stone, huh?"

He shrugged. "I guess? But it kinda sucks though. Not having that free will of my own."

I bet he's thinking the same thing as I am when hearing about each other's aspirations for the future.

'Must be nice'

We chatted a bit more before the bell rang and we had to dip back into class. We walked with a bit of distance between us since I didn't feel like getting crushed by his group of fangirls at the moment.

In class, I mostly kept my eyes on Candace, who didn't seem to be paying attention to class either.

After school ended, I tried approaching her, but she was once again accompanied by her two friends and left the school silently.

Dear Candace…

What's wrong?

Why do you look like that?

Why?

"Something's been up with Candace," One girl whispered.

"I know right!" I exclaimed at the same time as the girl she was talking to.

I pointed at the girl who I talked with at the same time. "Jinx."

They seemed slightly concerned about someone overhearing them, but noticing it was me, they seemed slightly more relaxed. Am I surprised? Meh.

"It's like she's a completely different person," The first girl said, this time including me in the conversation. "I mean, thank god we don't have to deal with her bitchy attitude anymore."

"If only she was like this from the start…" The second girl added.

"Yeah, I wonder what's been bothering her," I put a hand on my cheek. "Maybe she's on her period?"

"Maybe."

I interrupt this casual conversation to inform you that I am now at home. If you're wondering how I got home, it's obviously because I flew home. Don't be an idiot, I obviously took the bus.

Was completely expecting my Mom to pick me up.

Nothing much really happened today. Candace did give me a bitch slap though. That was mildly fun and entertaining. Did have to sit through the hell that is supplementary classes. One thing that could make this whole day better is if I got a hot fudge sundae.

Yum.

Anyways, that's it for today.

Let me see… it says here on my phone that the weather forecast predicts rain tomorrow. Guess I'll see how it goes.

Goodnight~