The two-week military training was quickly coming to an end. Buses to pick up the students were lined up neatly on the base's main field.
Before leaving, Sean Russell quietly gave Aurora Sinclair his contact information, telling her, "If you decide you want to become a warrior, give me a call."
Aurora Sinclair nodded and thanked him.
The bus ride from the base to the school took two to three hours. Aurora Sinclair closed her eyes to rest, and when she opened them again, they had arrived at the school gates.
She pulled her suitcase along, heading home. Just as she turned onto her street, she saw Alvin Morgan, dressed in a white hoodie.
A pair of non-prescription glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. With one hand in his pocket, he stared at his phone. He was so handsome it was a pleasure just to look at him.
A few young girls were trying to secretly take his picture, but the ever-elusive Dean Morgan quickly put a stop to it.
