After that argument, everything went back to normal. Well, not really that normal, since his mother started to mess around the kitchen only to create a monstrosity that Cail called a biological weapon.
"You should stop messing around." The kitchen almost exploded. Cail had no idea how she managed to cook before. He didn't have any memory of what it tasted like—and fortunately.
Cail placed the food he had cooked on the table. After making sure everything was set, he grabbed his bag and waved goodbye. Today was Monday. After school, he was supposed to meet that fraudulent guy.
...
Cail arrived at class early. He didn't want to be overwhelmed by the jam-packed crowd and preferred either coming in late or arriving earlier than everyone else.
He sat on the edge of the flower bed. He could open the classroom if he wanted to, but why should he?
There were also some students who had come to school early and were now finding good spots to study.
