JASMINEAfter the volunteer activities finally ended, I wanted nothing more than to go home, collapse on my bed, and forget the world existed for a few hours.
My feet ached from standing all day. My shoulders were sore. My smile had long since become fake. Around me, students were still talking in groups, their whispers floating through the air like smoke, but I had no interest in whatever drama was happening.
I had enough problems of my own.
I turned toward the exit, already imagining the relief of lying down, when the cold mechanical voice rang inside my head.
(Host, do not forget your task. The data on the flash drive is essential. Proceed to Stephan's office immediately.)
I stopped so abruptly that someone nearly bumped into me. For a moment, I just stood there with my eyes closed.
"I am sorry.." I apologized, but he just eyed me and walked out on me. I didn't need anyone to tell me he must be one of our students.
