The truth would come out. I could bet on it. The truth always found a way of coming out. It might not be today, tomorrow or even the next day; but trust me and I said it right here, the truth would come out.
I bent down to tie up my laces. I hated these trainers, no matter what I did they always managed to come undone. It was like someone had put a hex on me. A hex of uncontrollable laces. I don’t know why I still wore them. Force of habit I guess.
I took my phone out of my pocket and checked the time yet again. It was the fourth time in just under a minute. I hated waiting. I was a stickler for time. If I made the effort to make it somewhere on time, why couldn’t other people? I just couldn’t understand it.
I was getting frustrated. We only had one shot to get this right and time was getting out from underneath us. If he didn’t get here soon, we would run out of it completely.
I sighed and took my phone out again. My cheeks reddened as anger coursed through each and every pore. Why had he even volunteered if he couldn’t do one simple thing?
My eyes rolled in the direction of the sun and I leaned on the nearby wall for support. Who knew how long I was going to have to wait.
As soon as my back made contact with the wall, his sloping frame came in to view.
It’s done he muttered as he slowly walked past. I gave him a curt nod and pulled down my balaclava.
It was go time. Time for the wheels to start turning.
The truth would be out in no time at all.