Worst. Class. Ever.

Delilah barely restrained from banging her forehead on the table, instead, tugged on her hair. Who really needed to know about Divination anyway? What good was it going to do for her to know what color she was supposed to wear next Tuesday?

Well.. that was the only thing she ever found the class to be, anyway, just a whole bunch of mumbo jumbo.

Finally, she raised her hand, “May I be excused from this incredibly boring class? My horoscope says it’s not a good day for napping, and I am much too pretty to go bald.”