Chapter 7 - Guns blazing

“Where’s this dude I have to get to poetry.” I say looking at my watch. Oliver texted the group this morning, letting us know he wrote the first draft of the assignment. He wants to give Kelly and I copies so we can review it. So he asked to meet with is here ten minutes ago.

“He said he’s running late. He said something about a project for IT or Engineering class. I don’t know.” Kelly says absent mindedly. She says rummaging through her bag looking for something.

“Why didn’t he email the damn thing?” I ask confused. Why do we have to sit here waiting for him?

“He said he printed the copies.” Kelly says taking out a lunch box I’ve never seen before. It’s not the one she usually uses for lunch.

“What? Who prints paper anymore? I don’t even own a printer.” I say and Kelly shrugs looking at me. I can tell she’s not here for my endless question. She&rsq