He was literally going to puke. He was actually going to Artimancy. There was something wrong with the world or he was on the brink of death from a sugar overdose and he didn't know it yet. But he felt sick to his stomach walking into the class. Not even the comfort of his Spongebob bookbag could help. This was by far his worst subject and he avoided it like the plague but his mom would switch his ears if he skivved on anymore classes.

He walked down the isle till he found a seat and he slid in before looking around at everyone. He needed to find someone smart to sit next to. He was going to need all the help he could find for this class.