God knows

I'm actually a person who sleeps quite deeply, but I'm not the kind who can't wake up. It's just that as long as I'm in a deep sleep, it's hard for me to wake up from the dream.

All in all, I was clearly in a deep sleep that morning when suddenly I woke up with a tingling cold pain in my upper arm.

"Killer!" I screamed and rolled out of bed, holding my own arm, but when I turned my head, there was not even a drop of blood.

"You're going to be late, wait a minute and there won't even be a bus."

Phoenix held an arrow in his hand and said lightly.

How could she not wake me up to the point where she had to stab me with an arrow?

It wouldn't have been so horrific if Finnis had been willing to laugh, but she stopped talking when she saw me get up and straightened up beside my bed, and there was a creak on the wooden floor, and she turned and opened the door and went out Walk.

"I'll wait for you downstairs, hurry up."

Phoenix walked downstairs with such confidence, could it be that I am already late and even my mother has gone out?

Not good not good.

I undressed and dressed in a whirlwind, swept the textbooks on the table into the backpack, threw the bag over my shoulder and rushed out of the room.

If I hadn't taken the bus, I would have missed about half a day of class. If that was the case, it would be more practical to go home and rest.But of course I can't do that.

"Hello, Jeffrey?"

I rushed into the kitchen to find the lunch my mom made for me, unfortunately she didn't cook anything today, so I opened the refrigerator and swept all the edibles into the backpack again, "Yeah, I overslept Now, this is... quite a common thing, there is no need to make a fuss."

"But Browning's class is only 10 minutes..."

"Yeah, Jeffrey, I'm pretty well aware of that." No, I've actually just seen the clock for the first time now, and I'm done playing, "So as my sister, you're going to pretend I'm in class .”

"What a clever idea, so how do you pretend?" He complained.

"Leave a space, and then talk to the empty space..." I said, and threw the bag over my shoulder again. Because of the relationship with the phone, the posture was not smooth, and the bag got stuck on the elbow halfway, and then dragged As my arms sank, "...uh, fuck."

"All in all, Jeffrey, if your acting is good enough, Browning will be persuaded that I should be in the classroom, and he just happens to be invisible."

"Oh wow, Ann, I must say this proposal really hasn't lost your level."

"Yeah, I'm an expert, an expert in the field of 'being an expert'." I said, and this time the bag successfully slung over my shoulder. "Okay, you know, I have to..."

"Full speed ahead!" Jeffrey said, before hanging up.

Damn, going full speed isn't enough!

Phoenix was out there staring up at the sky, and somehow I suddenly felt so cynical about her.will she?To be honest, she has always behaved like this, but the usual indifferent appearance makes me feel that she would rather not care.

"It wasn't as tense as it should have been."

I'm actually nervous, but I just got off the phone with Jeffrey, and it's a bit complicated to be honest.I was annoyed that Finnis was able to read my emotions at will and judge my thoughts at will, and most irritating was her tone of voice.

Even colder than when we first met, it was really frustrating and disturbing.

As I pushed through the commuting crowd and counted the hours of lateness, I felt more and more that even if Faury had Oscar's acting skills, it would be useless.

Phoenix should have sensed that I had turned from panic in the morning to pure anger, so she, who was originally silent, even kept a little distance from me and moved forward. When she got on the bus and stood side by side by the window, she was still so embarrassed atmosphere.

That's what it's like to be late, and the five steps to dealing with grief are real enough to make you cry: Denial, Anger, Hesitation, Depression, Acceptance.

At this moment, I was at the last level, accepted the fact that I was late, decided to skip Mr. Browning's class directly, and walked slowly into the campus instead.

"I'm hopeless..." I snorted in a low voice, maybe if you see me from a distance, you will think that I am very leisurely and happy.

Phoenix didn't even look at me.

"Hi! Good morning! Overslept again?"

Russell, the school bus driver, was cleaning the school bus. The small bucket contrasted sharply with his slightly chubby figure.There is also opera music in the background, and the tenor pours out of the car, almost as if into the sky.

"It's true that I overslept today, but 'again'?"

"It's been a long time since I saw you take the school bus, or do you already have your own means of transportation?"

"Okay... you can say that."

Considering that Lisa still has to ride the school bus every day, her story is completely unnecessary.

"That's good fun," I said, glancing inside the school bus, at which point the tenor soared, timing it as if I'd just called him by name, "So, Russell, I guess you sing opera?"

He laughed and threw the used rag back into the bucket.

"No, it's just an interest." He waved, "It's quite conflicting, isn't it?"

"No way."

I would guess so, simply because Russell has something in common with the tenor in stature.But it's hard for me to say it.

"Anyone can do it if they want. This is the beauty of arts and cultural activities." I said, seeing Russell smiled in my slightly pretentious tone.

"I dance, do you believe it?"

Now I really don't know how to respond.

"What dance?"

He stretched his hands forward, encircling a ball of air where there should be a partner, and he did a simple "point, step, point, step, circle..."

"That's... really hard to see."

I really can't see that Russell is a person who knows how to savor life.

I glanced at the thermos he was turning away and almost asked if it contained red wine.

"Okay, I admit it." Russell said with a low smile, and waved his hands, "I just learned the dance, and I may not be good at it, but I probably have to persevere in dancing, because... because of that Fang Sihua..."

I realized it instantly.

"Girlfriend?" I elbowed him, trying to make the atmosphere laugh easily.

"No...not..."

Russell is actually hesitating?I only know his calm and cheerful appearance, I have never seen him shy and withdrawn.

It's a pity that the bell is ringing at this moment, and I have to face my reality.

I turned my head and glanced at Phoenix, who was sitting in a daze on the bench next to me, thinking, maybe it could be helpful.

"Russell, I'll come see you after school."

As I said, the bag was thrown over my shoulder again.

"Be sure to tell me! I'll help you find a way!"