Chapter 51 Work-in-progress

• I zip my lightweight raincoat and glance at the gloomy sky as we walk by the enormous oak tree and the seven pine benches. As we wandered along the cobbled walkway, a few eyes followed, but I kept my eyes on the sky, pushing my glasses up my nose and relishing the cold that bit my ears.
• "Chemistry," he answered, glancing suspiciously in my direction.
• "English Lit.," I scowled, recalling that Victoria was seated across two tables from Aria and me during that particular course. What joy!