Rachel headed for class after her short talk with Ben. She has another name on the list which meant a progress; a small one but something was better than nothing. It was Critical Thinking Skills class and the lecturers were finishing up the last few presentations. She had other things on her mind she had to settle. She flipped open her notebook and flipped past the first few pages. She stopped at the page where the answers were located. They were answers not of the big question but rather questions which were supposed to help her throughout the way. It had been a while since she had reviewed them and with fresh ideas she was reviewing them once more with formal speeches as background music.
---Marcus got into his four-wheel drive sport utility vehicle. It was dark green with brown smudge over the black tyres and the areas above it. The jeep was covered in a layer of filth. It was in the evening, about three thirty and the sky was still bright blue. He got up into his vehicle, chucked his bag aside and started the engine. The exhaust pipes coughed out a puff of black smoke. Frustratingly, he tried again and it managed the sound of roaring could be heard. He drove the exit of college and paid the car park ticket booth. As he headed out to the main road, he heard some rattling. The rattling could be heard for a while before something burst. He lost control of the wheels and swerved to the right. The front of the vehicle slammed into the side of the road. People horned as they passed by. He muttered to himself and took a look to the right. Then, he took a look to the left. A large lorry screeched towards him as the driver slammed on his horn. The deafening, echoing sound of the horn ran through the air. Marcus closed his eyes.
End of Chapter 3
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