Somewhere behind me, someone was calling the police.
I knew that if I stayed and waited for them to arrive, they’d definitely send me straight to the exam hall.
Glancing back at the girls still trapped in the bus, I let my phone fall to the ground—and ran.
Time was running out. I had to get out of this town before anyone realized what I was really doing.
Using the leftover money from Peter, I flagged down a taxi.
The driver took one look at me and smiled, “Heading to the college entrance exam, miss? I’ll get you there fast.”
My hand froze mid-motion, just as I was about to shut the car door.
I glanced at him—then bolted.
Startled, the driver jumped out and chased after me for a few steps, shouting my way.
When I didn’t turn around, he gave up and hurried back to start the engine again.
“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, ducking into a nearby alley.
I could hear him behind me, cursing and making a phone call as he gave chase.
I dove behind a trash can and crouched low, pretending to be a beggar. My heart pounded as people passed by.