After administering the last exam for the day, I caught up with Emily on the first floor. It has been ages since we saw each other last. After what I thought was a short exchange, I panicked when the clock said 7:15 PM at the guard house. It was already late, so getting a trike to the city would be difficult. Outside, I saw more than a handful of students cramming to get in a white van. I ran towards it but it revved when I opened the back door. Having sensed the door slam shut, the van slowed down and stopped. I ran towards it and got in. The driver went out and checked if the door was secure.
Inside, the passengers were laughing at the mire that we were in. Apparently, it was a van that delivered dressed chicken. The smell told us so. Nevertheless, it was a short sacrifice compared to having to wait a long time in the dark street of Masville to get a ride home.
