Melinda's POV
During class, my thoughts were completely captivated by the bulletin board outside the window, and my eyes kept glancing in that direction.
The teacher's lecture seemed to become an annoying background noise. She called my name twice, but I was oblivious.
"Melinda. Can you answer that question?!" Professor's voice suddenly rose, her tone filled with impatience, which jerked me back from my reverie.
I snapped back to reality, standing up in a panic. "Professor, I..."
"You've been absent from class lately, and when you do attend, you're daydreaming. I know you have decent grades, but you're a senior now. If you don't accumulate enough class hours, you won't graduate!" She frowned and reprimanded me sternly.
I had been frequently absent from school recently, and my teacher
