The entire road was lined with various clubs recruiting new members.
But now it was not as bustling as before.
Upon reaching the school gate, Hannah waved her hand, "See you on Monday, Tessa."
Tessa waved back, then started jogging to catch the bus.
Hannah walked towards the neighborhood with her backpack, passing students along the way, mostly from her senior year, or the opposite elementary school.
The vocational school didn't have classes on Friday afternoons, so the school was already empty at this time.
At five in the afternoon, the sun was still a bit glaring, as if the dry heat of noon was all pressed onto the ground, now rising into the air like boiling water.
Hannah walked alone, looked down at her phone, and thought of the dozen or so test papers that were mostly in her backpack.
She had forgotten to ask him for his contact information yesterday.
Did she really have to go to his house to find him?
