Chapter 5 ★ How sweet it is

Hendrix POV "We're all locked up here." Says Nancy. She's smacking on a wad of gum the size of my fist, made of numerous pieces of gum. The many flavors and brands chewed together in a big ole ball. I try not to let her show how grossed out I really am by her smacking and slurping on the bubblegum. I don't want to hurt her feelings. "Alright. Have a good night!" I tell her, waving over my shoulder while I tear off my white apron in a hurry, ready to be gone. It's 2AM and I'm more tired than a dead woman, and I'll be sleeping like a baby tonight. I have literature history in the morning at 8:30, so I have to be up and dressed as soon as I can. It's a fun class, lots of interesting things to learn in that field. Unfortunately, I've never met my actual professor since he's been gone the whole semester. I'm always sort of amused at seeing each new substitute that files in through the door. All different shapes and sizes of pe