I take a deep breath and get a headache, yawning. The teacher just Facepalms himself and I sneak on the floor, crawling over to Jace behind all the chairs.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I groan and stand, glancing at Rayah, "Whatever you're thinking, take me with you. I have a huge headache and don't think I could handle another class like this."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside