An hour later, we were back at the truck. I was looking over my new schedule. AP World Civilization, English, Algebra 2, AP Chemistry, lunch period, then gym and Art. I hated being stuck with a gym class, but the woman in the office said the class was actually a good one. Apparently, they did yoga or something. I was too busy going over my schedule and finding the rooms on my map to notice where Rory was driving. When I finally looked up, I realized we were out of town and on the highway. “Where are we going?” “Shopping,” Rory told me smugly.
