“Ms. Asthrid! Everything’s in, it’s cramped, but they’re in. Where will I sit?” Hopefully the luggages would be easy to take out later on.
She rolled down her window and scoffed at me. “You think you’re sitting in this car? Can you hear yourself?” She said to me as she pointed at the other car with the luggages.
“But… there’s no more room…” I, of course, didn't want to sit in the other car, I wanted to convince her, but before I could talk, she rolled up her windows, leaving me with no other choice.
I was able to make enough room for the luggage and myself, but I am squeezed by the window. She is really making my life as hard as she possibly can. She forced me to go somewhere that I don’t want to be at, and I was forced to sit uncomfortable on the way there.
I think this is really the
