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“What are you eating?”
Zoe reached for the lemon honeyed snacks that I was eating and shoved it into her mouth in one gulped.
“I don’t know. It’s some kind of a honey lemon biscuit Cain gave me.” I wandered my gaze on the vast greenery and mountains outside of the bus’s window.
We had landed on Izu Island and currently on our way to the university’s owned lodging, riding our university bus.
“Wow! This tastes amazing! Do you have more?” Zoe reached out again and grabbed some more of my snacks.
“You know . . . *munch . . . I thought you two wouldn’t come . . . *munch . . . I thought you’d spend your summer break with your respective boyfriends.”
I shrugged while Estela ignored Zoe altogether, busying herself with her phone while giggling nonstop.
She must be messaging Zhander.
“Well, you know this school trip is once in a lifetime,” I replied.
“I guess.” Zoe shrugged.
Artem University organized school trips every year, but only for the first years as a pretext of welcoming the new students while doing something meaningful. But in truth, the teachers just really wanted a free vacation since the university shouldered the trips.
The trip would be a three-night, four-day affair. The first day was scheduled for arrival and rest time. The second was the tree planting activity. The morning of the third day was allotted to shopping and buying souvenirs, and the afternoon was the time to go back to New Haven.
“Wow! Look at all that grey clouds! They were not joking when they said that the weather on this island is unpredictable. I wonder if we’ll be alright tomorrow.” Zoe wiped off the crumbs on her lips as she stared at the dark grey sky.
I was about to say something when I heard whispers from the seat next to us.
“Have you heard? Emery Jansen is stranded on the other side of the island because of this sudden storm.”
“What? Is she okay?”
“I heard the teachers are doing the best they can to fetch her, but it was useless since the road are slippery, and the mountains are not safe during these kinds of storms, so they advise her to sleep somewhere nearby to pass the night.”
“What is she doing on the other side of the island anyway? Why didn’t she ride together with us?”
“I don’t know. She had her private plane to bring her here. Maybe because she’s too much of a Princess and didn’t want to share a ride with us commoners.”
“*snicker . . . I guess you’re right. Such a spoiled Princess wanna be got her just dessert.”
“Hey, you girls are rude! Don’t insult her. Can’t you see she’s already in a predicament?”
“Poor my Emery. She must be scared and all alone right now. Damn it! I’ve come to this fucking trip because of her, but she had to get herself stranded on the other side of the fucking island!”
“Oh shut up! You boys don’t even have a chance at just wiping her million-dollar shoes.”
*snicker . . .
“Aren’t you worried about your cousin in law?” I faced Estela, who was scowling at her phone.
Signal interruption, maybe.
“No need to worry about her. She can take care of herself.” Estela dismissed while hammering her phone on the armrest of her seat.
It’s not the phone. It’s the signal, Estela!
I held my chin and gazed at the now stormy sky.
I remembered that innocent Goddess’s eyes with unyielding ferocity.
Emery didn’t peg me as a spoiled Princess.
She gave me an impression of . . .
I don’t know . . .
Going with the flow like kind of girl.
The bus shook from the earth-shattering entrances of bolts of lightning.
The ladies shrieked while the boys snickered.
This storm is too much. I hope Emery is okay.
I didn’t have any encounter with her, but I knew if something happened to her, Uncle Luke and Zhander would be devastated.
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