True to her words no one waited for her, with great difficulty she tried her best to catch up with them even when she was shivering badly because of the nervousness.
That morning the sky had an unusual dash of orange cast onto the otherwise pale grey cloud, otherwise the day promises to be like every other, it was sunny yet some clouds were daring to come in front of the sun again and again. The road had been washed black by recent and the sidewalks were almost empty.
There's that feeling in her stomach again, a soft mixture between nausea and electric tingles. Her head had begun to buzz and her heart rate increased as if she was running away like she wanted to.
Even though she was on the bike more like the sidewalk is a conveyor belt; like she was a cow in the slaughter house heading toward the captive bolt.
Finally after some time the bikes of boys stopped in what seemed like an alley.
