Alex and PeterChapter 18 Alex
The bus left from the Center at four AM. Shit, God ain't even up yet. But it'a a four hour drive to the meet and I only get to go 'cause Uncle Charles is all but paying for the swim team this year. As we pull off, I notice that there are only like six swimmers on the bus. I poke Peter. "Hey, what gives? Where's the rest of the team?" "Only the top two in each event are going this time." I had wondered why Beth didn't show up. I lean the seat back and try to sleep. I hate bus...