(TREI)
“WE ARE HERE, sir Trei.”
The voice of my driver wakes me up. I am usually a light sleeper so it isn’t really surprising. I open my eyes, letting my vision adjust to the dim light of the car. I glance outside the window. We are already in the parking lot inside Golden Cross International School. I look down at my wristwatch. It is just six in the morning.
“What time should I pick you up, tonight, sir Trei?”
I straighten and grab my bag. “I will call you.” I go out of the car and walk toward the student council office. I haven’t gone far when someone catches my eye from the other side of the campus. I stop and turn to confirm if I am seeing it right.
Aya Sagara is already in school and she is currently walking fast tow
