Next Day
The next morning they were late. Coach Jed had phoned them and told them to get ready to leave. That was an hour ago. They had gotten up on time, but one thing had led to another and now they were late—and not just late, but very late,
“Look! The bus is leaving! Just throw everything in the cases. We can sort it out when we get home. Now hurry!”
Abbey was hopping around trying to pull on a pair of jeans on.
“And I’m borrowing one of your T-shirts. You keep melting mine, and I don’t have any real ones with me!”
When they reached the buses, everyone was on board waiting for them, and the driver was standing by an open hatch waiting for their cases. The Coach just growled.
“Get on!” he said and pointed to a pair of seats.
“And sit right there, where I can keep an eye on both o
