Hannah was stunned for a second, staring at him with inexplicable round, puzzled eyes, "Why would I cry if you don't do your homework?"
This question was a bit perverse.
Arnold Simmons realized what he said a moment too late and touched his nose, "Never mind, I've accepted your homework gift pack, but whether I'll do it—"
He paused, slinging the backpack over his shoulder, "You wouldn't have a way to know."
Hannah looked at him, unexpectedly not getting angry.
Since they met today, it's been a back-and-forth of pranks and teasing between them. Seemingly, these arguments brought them joy as well.
Just as Arnold was about to leave, Hannah suddenly called out to him.
The boy turned around, standing under the tree amidst countless dark patches of light and shadow.
"Even if you've done the homework, you don't necessarily have to submit it. I know you're great, but please—at least don't give up on yourself."
