{ His brow’s have risen then, simply because school seems like such a foreign concept to the singer; almost worlds away. Not a pleasant thought though, so his nose has scrunched up in response as he tucked his hands into his pockets, head inclined as a silent indication that they should work opposed to drive. Although, he didn’t have a car at that point in time, so it wasn’t really a hard decision. }
”School? That sounds, uh, horrible. Final year, right?”
[ Horrible was a great way to describe how her day would be. Her English with Italian accent was horrible, herself in the uniform was horrible, everything was horrible, plus she didn’t have friends there. Bambi took a deep breath and nodded, agreed with his statement. ]
“Horrible..” – “I believe it’d be horrible”
[ Now the thought of not going to school is haunting her mind, but she should go in order to make herself stay out of trouble. She felt nervous, and she asked herself why she feels more nervous going to school than hanging out with this international super star ]