Flee

 Agnes plopped her arms on the table in front of her, her cheeks on her palm, and her eyes were focused on the palm tree outside the hall. For the umpteenth time in Ms. Lawson's lecture, she was zoning out again.

It wasn't only her to be precise, most of the students were sleeping and snoring because the lecture was way too boring. 

And Miss Lawson did nothing to wake them up because she had been tired from doing so. Even she couldn't stop a yawn from escaping her lips when it comes to teaching this particular course. 

The thought on Agnes's mind was none other than the day after she arrived at this place.

The next day, she bathed, dressed in a beautiful cloth sent to her by Alex, and her hair was styled by the maids sent to her by Alex. 

She wanted to leave that day, to at least, let Hannah know of her decision.