The last few days seem to blend together in your mind. Only three days ago, you were on a class trip to Arizona with your class. You remember riding on the bus, wondering what awaited you in Arizona, while your friends chatted away in other seats. None of them seemed to realize how weird it was for the school to organize a trip all the way to Arizona, from your school in New York.
As you sat there, pondering, staring out the window, you overheard a friend of yours complaining to her friends about her nasty boyfriend (she’s not known to keep the best company). Then, suddenly, you picked up the hum of motorcycles.
