With a hand firmly attached to her bag and one attempting to fix her garishly messy hair, Betty hurried along the footpath keeping a careful eye on the time.
What a horrible way to start high school.
Her mother had of course given her the critical once over before pushing her out of the house that morning, but intergalactic travel always gave her hair a reason to escape its bounds. And besides, hair wasnt her issue.
Not being late for her very first day of highschool was.
She could see the nutty old caretaker eyes on her, glancing with the most disapproving glare, glance at her watch and close the door just as she reached the steps beneath it. Betty couldnt believe it.
Locked out and its only my first day.
You are hopeless Betty.