Chapter 16. What Have I Done to Deserve All This?

The seat in front of her was unoccupied for about a quarter duration of the class until a stout man, bearing a startling resemblance to Chad Gable, a wrestler in one of those wrestling tournaments her mother watched, took the seat.

Her morning began on an awful note, with Priscilla’s trumpet to rouse her, picking a mismatched-colored outfit for her, which she had no choice but to wear because of time.

Afterward, her car stopped in the middle of the road, her gas meter blinking red. There was no fueling station nearby, so she had to call a tow truck but couldn’t wait for them to arrive.

She stopped a cab that charged her extra for such a short distance and even demanded a tip for arriving faster. Crazy fellow indeed.

She was hoping to see Mark and rant about it all to him, but he was nowhere to be found.

‘Had he skipped school?’ she wondered.

She kept checking her watch, counting the minutes and seconds until the boring sociology class was over