Arnaldo yawned and rubbed his eyes as he sat on his black travel bag. It was currently five in the morning and the sun wasn't even out yet, the only light coming from the lone street lamp in the school's parking lot. Laura was sitting next to him on her own purple travel bag, her chin resting on her palm and foot tapping in annoyance. The Italian reached into his vest and pulled out his flask.

"Isn't it a bit early for that?" asked Laura.

"Shut up," he said bitterly as ...