Dismissal, finally. Mai and Jai came along with me to drop my articles at the Publication Room and then we went straight going home. While we were walking outside the campus, Tristan's car passed by and it was different from the car he is using every time he is sent at school. Perhaps it's his own car, well because he is rich that it possible to have different cars. He drives too fast as if he owns the road. Show off indeed.
When I arrived home, I quickly changed clothes so that I can go to work at the bakeshop.
"How's your school, Aly?" Aunty asked. We were inside her bakeshop fixing the breads and pastries made by her own daughter and son. And they're all extremely delicious, I must say!