"What Is it?" Sly frowned at me.
"Nothing," I look down at my lap, as I thought about how to go about this.
Who knows, he might not agree to anything I say.
"It's not nothing if you look as nervous as a bride on her wedding day."
I blushed at his words.
If only he knew how nervous I was during our wedding, and how nervous I was on our wedding night.
"It's — it's nothing."
"What's wrong?" He asked in that strict, authoritative voice of his. "And don't you dare tell me it's nothing, cause that's not true. It's truly something."
"It's — it's about my school."
"And what about it?" He asked in a bored tone.
"I —" I look down.
"Out with it already. I don't have all the time to spare."
"I only brought a few of my clothes when I came to live with you. Currently, I only have a few that are presentable."
"What do you want to say?"
