Next morning, I was informed by my parent that we will be attending a birthday celebration in the neighborhood. She said it will be just a quick afternoon celebration and that I can still have the catch up the last trip bus going back to Montreal.
Well, today is Monday, but the state declared a nationwide non-working holiday for all. But for tomorrow, we will be having the regular classes as usual. That’s why I have to return back today there or else I will be missing class, which was not my nature at all. I hate cutting classes. I hate missing the lectures, or worst any activity or surprise quizzes by the teachers.
“But, do still pack your things already, Lisa dear, so that you wouldn’t have to rush anything this afternoon,” my mom reminded me after telling me about the birthday c
