"What is this? A mother's meeting? Don't you have lessons?" A voice full of laughter broke through the sound of the videos, and the eyes watching us disappeared from the gaps.
"We know them! My mom works for her as an Events Manager and is at the top of Falon's leaderboard. No one can beat her. I want to sign up for paintballing class and swimming so I can do the assault course," a girl squealed, her dark purple hair shaking through the gaps while she was high-fiving a boy standing to the right and fist-bumping with a girl to her left.
"Many of you can't swim, right?" A man asked as he walked up to the growing group.
And we just sat there listening with our smirks.
Wait?
How many children can't swim?
I don't fucking think so!
"All children in this school must attend swimming lessons until they're comfortable swimming alone. It's essential that they know how to swim when we have a gigantic lake on the other side of town," I grumbled, narrowing my eyes on the teachers.
