Saturday.
"Huff, huff… Oh no, I'll be late! Gris will be mad at me!" It's been two days since my confrontation with Lara. Since then, my body has felt incredibly exhausted, not to mention my mind…
"Excuse me, move aside please!"
Why am I running, you ask? Gris and I are supposed to watch a movie and after that I plan to go to the base to listen to the valuable information that Boss Luna discovered.
The thing is that... I'm already three minutes late. Knowing Gris, she's probably working on a three-hour-plus scolding. I can already hear her saying, "Mila! Why are you so irresponsible? You're seventeen; you're about to be an adult! Don't you know that punctuality is very important in adult life?" Ugh, I'm not in the mood for that…