It’s 10:30, the contest starts at 11:00 and my aunt hasn’t arrived to pick me up.
My knees tremble as I keep looking at the clock impatiently.
I soon get a message, although it isn’t from the person I’m expecting.
« Will you come? »
~Stranger
« Yes, but I’ll be a little late. »
~Noah
« Wish me luck, then. »
~Stranger
« You don’t need luck. ;) »
~Noah
My aunt finally parks outside after a while. I don’t even let her get off the car, I just go outside at top speed and enter on the passenger seat.
Since she’s aware that it’s late, she drives quickly, carefully and silently to the school after apologizing a couple of times.
Although we arrive fast, I can’t help but to feel worried as I rush to the auditorium and pass by several people until getting to a
