Fed-up. I went out at the usual time: 6.35am. Even after the Bus 34 left, Bus 3 still hadn't come. And it was already 6.55am. Was already worried, man. I don't wanna be late for e 1st time ever in my life. I don't want detention. Don't want it ever.
Joyce was at the bus stop too. I then saw her moving and waving to a taxi. And what I did? I quickly rushed to her and called out her name more than twice. Still, she didn't heard. I had to somewhat yelled at her in front of others. Luckily she heard and turned to me. I asked her whether I could joined her in taking the cab and yeah, she did let me. Phew! If I hadn't tried calling her name again, I would be left alone.
