I guess the Jar Island Community College application is extra easy. I wonder if she even had to write an essay. When Rennie used to talk about going to the community college, she was sour about it. She’d say how she was the only one that was to be stuck her. But today she doesn’t look sour at all. In fact, she’s practically humming to herself.
I scrolled through my e-copy, and settled down what was, according to my kindle, page 149.
He looks at me, and it’s just our heartbeats and breathing and the gentle, rhythmic tapping of his shoe. Plus the stampede.
A side door opens. “Crowd’s all checked in,” a man in black security T-shirt says. “Should we open some doors before these girls bang them right down?”