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Mercy

My heart raced as I darted down the stairs of my three story apartment and out the main door. This was the third time this semester that my alarm didn't go off and if I was late for Professor Ardmore's class one more time, I might as well start putting in applications at the local Quick Stop.

I only had one goal – to finish my degree a semester early and travel around the world with a long term archeologist team. My fascination goes way beyond talking about and examining ancient artifacts, I want to get my hands dirty. That's why when Professor Ardmore mentioned the class trip to Arizona during summer break; I was the first in line to sign up. Not that getting on the list was a huge feat.

Most of my classmates would rather enjoy summer break poolside than work six to ten hour days with no pay. The class trip is to lend laborers to an archeological group already stationed in a remote area of Arizona. Although there is no pay, I couldn't help but think I could potentially be the next person to find a key piece of Earth's history.

Thursday mornings aren't too busy at Stockton University. The majority of the week is over, so students are either lounging around the rec room in their pj's or drinking coffee at Java Joe's, the only coffee shop on campus. I tend to avoid both since social gatherings are reserved for those who plan on extending their stay at Stockton and coffee just makes me jittery.


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