Calista
Today was the presentation day. We stood at the front of the room, facing a sea of students, with the professor patiently waiting for us.
I took a deep breath, determined not to let Draven down. I knew he had put in a lot of effort preparing for this, even though he ended up with a hoarse voice and couldn't present. Grades were crucial to him, and I didn't want to jeopardize that.
"So today, we're discussing personal identity..." Draven began, showing the slide on the projector, his eyes locking with mine.