I walked in the Student Representative Committee office to see Kirsten and Carol in deep conversation. Kirsten was the senior year rep while Carol was the freshman year rep. Looking around, I didn't see Jack who was the junior year rep. He must be loafing off again.
Slipping my bag off my shoulders, I sat on my chair and picked up bits and pieces of the two girls conversation dimly.
"...isn't here yet?' I heard Carol ask quietly.
"No," Kirsten muttered. "I'm worried. He never missed class before. And why today of all days when we have a presentation in class together after lunch?"
"Did you call him?"
"A dozen of times."
There was a pile of folders on my desk and I frowned. I pulled it to me and my frown deepened. Jack was pushing his work on me again. Gritting my teeth, I rose to my
