"ZONISH! "
Sofia waved from a distance.
Zonish was still standing in front of the school gate.
" Come on. Let's get in. What are you thinking? "
Bass hit her from the back with his bag.
" Zonish. Zonish good luck. For your game with the seniors today. "
Two other boys went past them as they waved and winked.
" Woah! Aren't they seniors? "
Philli noticed at once. Zonish's class and the seniors were just a year apart. Yet there was this big hype about the ones in their final year, who would be soon leaving school.
Zonish had been pondering over her a life, standing at the school's threshold a little . It felt absurd. The priorities she had outside the campus and the priorities within.
What match was there between the stress of submitting homework and the stress of saving your
