I woke up with my hair all over place. Grey with black mixing with each other and that made me depress as hell. I quickly comb it down and put on my hunting hat. It was already noon for all I know, the manager didn’t even put a clock or a watch in this goddamn room. I thought I could call up Jane and ask how she was doing but I was too damn nervous to do so and I didn’t really want talk to her parents if she happened to be elsewhere. While thinking about Jane and walking down the hall, I bumped into this guy, whose name is Buck according to the name tag on his shirt, and boy he got so irritated that I thought he lost someone that day. I apologized like hell but he didn’t care and left me, you know those busy adults who stuck their heads out everyday just to work and make money. What I especially hate.