Chapitre 78: 78. Selling Heirlooms

When we arrived at our destination, I had no blood left in my legs, but seeing Adam holding his back and massaging his neck while nearly running out of the bus, it was more than worth it.

Amanda didn't even look at me when I passed her to step out. Whatever.

Everyone was groggy from the four-hour bus ride, so Derek thankfully just took us to the hotel that looked no better than a gray box, and gave us our room cards.

At my old (poor) school, the teachers were full of schadenfreude each time because the rich teachers and students would suffer in rundown hotels. These types of competitions have to be held in inexpensive hotels; this is to not discriminate against lower-income students who couldn't afford the hotel otherwise. (And lower-income schools who were unable to provide an expensive hotel stay.) 

Now, on the other side of the spectrum, as part of a rich school, I would happily let students feel excluded and go to a five-star hotel instead.