cHAPTER 8

1st Person's POV

We're driving for almost one hour. I was in the van next to Francine Marcial and the irritation on her face was obvious.

It's not obvious that he doesn't like me -_-. From the beginning, he always looked sharp at me. and since I don't know how he feels, I just don't criticize him.

I'm wearing my gray cardigan with black shirt and shorts, I hug myself because of the cold. After all, I wasn't even informed of what was going to happen. that's it and I'm wearing thin house clothes because I haven't been given time to get dressed.

I also don't know where...