Yawning, Heath ducked into the lounge of his food truck. He had just set their destination in the cab, but the moment he entered the lounge, he noticed some strange things.
"What's this?" Heath stared blankly at the bag inside the food truck. He never locked his truck when it was parked in the Officer Jenny Dormitory Area, so he had no idea who had brought it over.
Curious, Heath opened the bag and looked inside. There seemed to be books in it. He took them out and finally saw what they really were.
Five Years of Driving Tests, Three Years of Mock Exams, Past Driving Test Papers from Viridian City, and Learn to Drive in Ten Minutes-Even a Slowpoke Can Do It: three books thick enough to pass for encyclopedias lay before Heath.
"I've done good deeds and built up merit all my life. Why does this still happen to me?" Heath did not even need to look to know who had brought him these three books. It had to be an Officer Jenny, most likely Sister Ling.
Heath rubbed his brow. These three workbooks and textbooks had successfully dredged up painful memories he had long since forgotten, of the days when he ground through practice questions every day and never got a PE class.
Resisting the urge to burn the books to ashes, Heath silently put them back. If he pretended not to see them, would that mean he did not have to read them?
But just as he set the bag down, Heath keenly spotted another bag by his feet. This one was almost the same color as the lounge chair. If he had not been sitting down, he really would not have noticed it.
"What's this thing, then?" Puzzled, Heath picked up the bag. It was