”He hung up. Amaya’s heart sank. The White building was in the middle of the campus. It had been a year since she did a run of that length.Amaya r...n down the stairs and nearly knocked down two giggling blondes. One of them said something rude but Amaya ignored them. Her heart was already hammering inside her chest.She ran out of the dorm and down the long hill that her dorm was situated on. Amaya’s glasses slipped down her nose and she kept pushing them up. It had been a long time since she was. I arrived at the meeting point in the car park early, so I could freshen up. I took my phone and called Kev. I told him exactly where and what time to meet me. Kev then started talking some crap about his mean boss, Mr. Boston. I rolled my eyes and told him I really had to go and I would see him, as arranged. I said I had a special birthday surprise for him. I hung up. Just then car arrived on the other side of the quiet car park. I smiled and checked my makeup and put another extra layer of. ”“Damn! You don’t be playin’.”“No sirree Bob.”About an hour before landing, the captain got back on the loud speaker. He announced that the flight attendants should go ahead take their seats. The stewardesses had every raise their seat backs and put up their tray tables. The plane began to climb because the pilots were attempting to go over the storm. They climbed for what seemed to be an eternity. Finally, they started heading downward at 45-degree angle. Not long after that, the turbulence. A few cafés had opened with tables outside sheltering customers under parasols from the harsh midday sun. Many seemed very young and several had newspapers on the table piled in front of them. As they passed by one café, Ferhana suddenly exclaimed: "Well, look who is here!" Who?" Ana wondered following the long purple arm pointing towards a table at the Café des Jeunes, where a teenage boy in a black leather jacket and jeans was sitting alone smoking a cigarette and idly watching people go by..