"The sun's gonna melt us all like ice cubes."

You groaned, matter of factly. Shading your eyes with your left hand, squinting at the chaos in front of us.

Agreeable.

Last time, that imbecile of an org leader made us walk in the middle of a football field for a video. This time around, he wanted a palace-like background picture for the website. He could've said he'd subject us to his every whim when he ran for the position.

A warning could have sufficed.

I looked back towards the huge capitol building—a background to this group picture of 'sizzling' future educators. I can't believe I'm about to get sunburned for the second time around.

"We'll be fried and ready to be eaten in a few minutes." I...