Chapter 43

I rolled my eyes at the 'awes' from some of the older women, the sparks from the book he gave me, and how I was sorta reluctant at first. Yeah, that was an understatement. I finally walked up to the microphone and grinned, plastering on that fake smile I was so used to. I knew it was ridiculous, but I still had this detrimental self-doubt, that and the fact I'm sure my mother was out there, plotting my ultimate demise. She was kinda like Gru from Despicable Me. All bark and no bite, or at least I hoped she was.