Camila Salinas

Gusts

The people she works with are not her friends. Her job is cruel. Her dream is selfish. She was feigning sleep the entire ride. The others believed that she was trying to avoid talking to them, just another example of her tasteless, antisocial behavior. That wasn’t the case at all; she was in fact counting the seconds until her next breath. The stale, musty air that the air-conditioner was pumping out was testing how strong her gag reflex was. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty - inhale. She was cringing on the inside, by being around these people in close quarters. The ones from the Fourth State were dirty to her.