![]() ![]() ![]() Twenty minutes of my life about to be wasted on an assembly that could have been an email. The microphone screeches loudly, forcing my head up. Without these, life at Niveus would still be an endless drudge of gossip, money, and lies. That’s the difference between my rituals and these assemblies. Jack knows about the many rituals I go through before I sit down at the piano. Still, I call him a friend, because we’ve known each other forever and the thought of being alone is much, much worse.īut back to the thing about structure. Just Jack, who generally acts like there’s something seriously wrong with me. ![]() I’m pretty sure that, even though I’ve been here for almost four years, no one else knows I exist. Here are your Senior Prefects and Head Prefectĭon’t get me wrong. Welcome back for another year-glad you didn’t die this summerĢ. We’re seated in Lion Hall-named after one of those donors who give money to private schools that don’t need it-waiting for the principal to arrive and deliver his speech in the usual order:ġ. First-day-back assemblies are the most pointless practice ever.Īnd that’s saying a lot, seeing as Niveus Academy is a school that runs on pointlessness. ![]()
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