It was just supposed to be a normal day. The first day back from Christmas break. She surely wouldn't be the only one student who was dead-tired.
She just wanted to drive to school, and get through the day without lighting herself on fire.
She hummed to the radio, tapping along on the steering wheel, green eyes hidden behind her shades. She sighed before glancing down at her gas meter.
It was supposed to be full.
She had just gotten gas the other day, which is why she was confused as to why the red needle pointed to the E.
"Shit," she murmured after thinking back to 2 days earlier. She was going to get gas, but she got distracted by God knows what.
"Shit shit shit shit," she repeated angrily as the car came to a slow. She groaned loudly before pulling over as the car met its temporary death.
She shook her head in annoyance before glancing ahead. School was only another mile. If she walked fast, she wouldn only be a little late. She rolled her eyes before opening the door and yanking her backpack with her as she climbed out of the junk car.
She slung the backpack over her shoulder before continuing forward. She grumbled to herself during the whole walk to class.
Her slender fingers ran through her shoulder length, blonde curls as she entered the massive school. She trudged through the empty hallway, walking quickly towards the stairs.
What a great way to start the new semester.
As she walked, she heard the sound of shoes hitting the tile quickly, coming down the hallway. It was another senior, who's name she didn't care to remember.
He held a hand against his backwards snapback to protect it from flying off of his head as he sprinted towards her.
Her eyebrows knitted together as her eyes traveled behind the boy to the three boys chasing after him. All three of them wore varsity jackets, all looking capable of murdering the poor boy.
As bad as Kirstie felt for him, she still turned and pushed the door open, leading into the stairwell.
There was another boy at the top of the stairwell, pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself, gripping a piece of paper in his large, dark hand.
She knew him, the school's know-it-all: Kevin.
Kirstie remained silent as she past him and practically sprinted down the hallway.
Mr. Rockwell surely wouldn't appreciate her tardiness on the first day back, but there wasn't much she could do.
As she turned the corner, the door of her class opened and a boy stormed out of the class, looking pissed to no end.
He bumped into Kirstie on the way out, but didn't even bother with an apology, and instead just stormed off.
Kirstie scoffed in annoyance and rolled her eyes before entering the classroom.
All eyes turned to her, and Mr. Rockwell crossed his arms. "Mrs. Maldonado, how nice of you to join us. You've missed quite the interesting class period so far," he stated sarcastically, before nodding to her seat.
Kirstie put her head down awkwardly, before heading to her seat. She set her backpack down before sliding into her seat, exhausted from the day already.
She ran her fingers through her hair again, before reaching for her backpack.
She unzipped it to retrieve her notebook with a soft sigh. As soon as she opened her backpack, her jaw dropped in horror.
A little, white fluff ball uncurled himself, looking up at his mother with pure excitement in his eyes.
He was by far her favorite Christmas present, but apparently he was a little more attached than she thought.
Of course, like the puppy he was, he started wagging his tail and letting out loud whines as he pawed at her thigh.
Students turned in their desks, looking at her in shock.
"Is that a dog?" Someone exclaimed in shock.
"Olaf," Kirstie whined in annoyance.
The little white head tipped backwards, before jostling forward as the little pup sneezed.
Kirstie's eyes screwed shut, cringing at the residue that landed on her face.
She wasn't the least bit surprised when people erupted into hearty laughter, since this was apparently the highlight of their day.
She slowly looked up at Mr. Rockwell, who didn't look the least bit amused as he glared at her, arms crossed.
She looked at him sheepishly, cringing when he demanded the simple word: "Office".
