Fifteen

I looked around the university, searching for the familiar face of Evan, and it's been a week. Earlier I accompanied Mikaella to the airport with my parents. Mika was complaining to her father about why she needed to get home and begging Uncle Tyrone to extend her vacation.

But Uncle had enough. Who would not know his daughter wasted money again in a week? She had wasted millions on shopping. I told her to stop being a shopaholic, but she did not listen.

And she was grounded with her frozen account and card. I shook my head, remembering what happened, and I couldn't blame Uncle Tyrone for his decision. If I were him, I should have punished Mika more harshly.

Evan called me last night to meet him at Natel University, and here I am. He has a summer class, but I don't know why we need to meet here at the university.

I sat on the bench on the ground under the trunk of a tree that encircled the vast land in the middle front of the university. In front of me was a five-story building, and on