- Kathrine Andrews: ( Song of the chapter: Hotel by Montell Fish)
The sun was low on the horizon, casting its golden glow over the courtyard as we stood there. It wasn't romantic or poetic—it was hot, and the rays felt heavy on my head.
My body ached from the long flight and the bus ride, and all I could think about was collapsing in the hotel bed.
Instead, I was stuck here, in this cluster of students, waiting for people to unfold tiny papers and scream out names.
I wasn't in the mood for this. At all. My group had already chosen their papers, and I hadn't even mustered the energy to care.
I leaned back against one of the buses, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold.
Boys hugged each other, cheering when they found their names paired with their best friends.
Some girls squealed, and others groaned when they realized they'd be stuck with someone they didn't like.
I kept scanning the crowd, waiting for one of the girls to call out my name.
