Zoe’s POV

“C’mon Lyra, hurry up dude. The classes are about to get over. We can’t afford to lose out on this opportunity,” I frantically called out of my window.

“Zoe, don’t worry about me. I’m just packing some important stuff to keep us going till we reach home,” Lyra replied, stuffing almost everything she could find into her backpack.

“You don’t need a lip gloss for lord’s sake!” I exclaimed ...