Chapter 70

• SAMANTHA'S POV
• "Hey Sam." Alice and Stacy call out to me. They are not my friends; they are just girls I came to know in my years of growing up in Indonesia. How I look American with blonde, filled hair while my mom depicts the ancient Indonesian woman is eye-raising most times; people always wondering if I'm adopted, but Alice and Mia here never seemed to care.
• "Hi." I lean against the wall and look up to the sky. It's already dark; I put my hands into my pocket to prevent catching a cold. Alice and Stacy are leaning against the wall; they are not even wearing jackets, and the length of their macro skirt and shirt showing exposed cleavage tells me that they are really immune to cold. Why did I accept to come here again?