3:24 PM-2003-Confession Day.

Oh boy, how did we get here, huh? The brightness of the scorching sunlight seeped through the transparent glass that was the window in a parallel line inside the barren and chaotic classroom that had convoluted desks and various items scattered around like a forsaken playhouse after kids rummaged through it. Gigi’s form was settled and leaning idly on one of the flipped over desk that was specifically resting on its left side. The oversized hem of her sleeves were haphazardly propped on the desks round edges, the heel of her grimy sneaker tapped repeatedly against the tiled surface beneath you both. Her eyes deadpanned and her eyelids remained hooded, but her eyebrows were furrowed and a frown was on her face like she was troubled which she definitely was. An expression that held something that screamed ‘ Yeesh.. Sorry to break it to ya, buuut.. ‘ if that was a word in itself. An awkward and very uncomfortable silence was inclosing both of you in the almost to quiet atmosphere which was only being interrupted by the faint chattering and background noise of other toons that were crowding the hallways, that’s when she did a long “tchip” noise with her lips and teeth almost as if she was stalling a response to your confession which was definitely not a good sign in her case. That’s when she finally responded, a response you didn’t expect to hear.

“ Yikes.. well, sorry to break it to ya, but you’re not my type. “