The Wrong Bus
The day before the SAT, Lewis Sutton, the most popular boy in class, volunteered to help everyone verify their test centers and organize two charter buses for everyone.
Just before departure, he suddenly stopped me.
"Finley, I just realized your test center is Easthaven. Both buses are headed to Westbrook."
Everyone thought it was no big deal.
"Just take a cab. We can't risk missing the exam for you."
When I asked Lewis for the transportation list, Cerys Moore stepped in front of me.
She lowered her voice to insist, "Lewis is already exhausted from coordinating logistics for the whole class. Why are you kicking up such a big fuss over nothing?
"If you're this petty now, you're going to give him a harder time in college.
"I'm warning you, either don't apply to Northbridge University or Blackwell University, or intentionally skip one of your exam subjects, so you won't end up attending the same school as us. Otherwise, our engagement is over."
Too fed up to argue, I simply hailed a cab and headed to my test center alone.
When I arrived at the Easthaven test center in the nick of time, our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Leah Williamson, was standing outside, sweating profusely from anxiety.
"Why did both buses go to Westbrook? The entire class is supposed to take the exam in Easthaven!"