Sayan offered to drop us to school before leaving for work. She definitely looked unusual, professional, in a woolen suit that was different from her regular jeans and blouses. Her hair was straightened and combed perfectly. She appeared more grown up than I was used to seeing her.
Zoe was happy because she didn't like the bus. I could understand her. I well remembered the uncomfortable seats when I rode on a bus to school sometimes.
We all climbed in Sayan's Mercedes Maybach S 600 Guard (kidding, it was just a Fiat) and she hit the pedal rather hard. My new school was nearer than Zoe's so we decided that we'd stop there first. Though I posed that I was ready to start this day with a new canvas bag (a gift from Sayan) and a set of 'best of luck' pens from Zoe, I had all shades of nervous
