A/N: oh boy what am I doing
The bright morning light filtered through the window blinds, landing upon a drowsy redheaded girl.
"Oh gosh, what time even is it?"
Wendy rolled over to the side of her bed, peering at the dim alarm clock on the night stand.
"Holy crap! It's 7! Mom's gonna kill me if I'm late on my first day at this dang culinary school!" She leaped from her covers, throwing them off to the side as she hurriedly pulled her socks on.
Arms flailing, pigtails sailing, Wendy hurriedly zoomed through her morning routine of hygiene and rushed out the door.
It was your typical transitional weather from spring to summer; the heat was beginning to spice things up, but there was still a slight breeze drifting through the neighborhoods. With her messenger style school bag slung over her shoulder's, she ran.
All the damn way.
Ah, yes. Even through her blurry vision and breathless panting, she gazed in awe at the grand sign hovering just above the entrance to the campus grounds.
Anderson, School of Culinary Arts. A fresh start for an ambitious girl.
"Hey, tails! Watch it!"
A loud engine hummed as a red and yellow minivan skimmed past her. Just before the entrance, the car stopped, and the window rolled down to reveal an angry looking curly haired redhead boy.
"Are you seriously just standing in the middle of the road? Other people are trying to get in, too, you know!"
How rude! Not even a few minutes of rest and there was already someone trying to pick a fight! Indignantly, Wendy marched up the the driver's window, fists clenched.
"Look here, fellow ginger. First of all, if you haven't noticed, this ain't a place for cars! Secondly, I just ran here, give me a break!"
The stranger gave an obnoxious cackling laugh in return.
"Haha! You're so poor you had to run here? Man, you probably don't even live that far, you fatso!"
"Says the weirdo who painted his van that he got from his mommy red and yellow! And for your information, I live 6 miles from here! And just piss off; no need to insult me with words that aren't even insults-"
She was abruptly cut off by another boy, this one mixed, likely between someone white and Hispanic.
"Hey, hey... Ron, what's a matter with you two? Y'all are clogging up the space that people are trying to walk in."
The ginger sighed.
"Well, you see, Tac, this dumb little child was just standing here and not moving and I was about to crash into her! Come on girlie, move it somewhere else and do it faster next time."
Enraged, Wendy sprung forward, about to smash this dude's face to smithereens when a hand stopped her.
"Whoa there! I know my roomie is being stupid here, but I'm not gonna let anyone break out into a fight on the first day if it's in my control." He turned to the boy in the van. "Seriously, Ron? I warned you, like, three times that you're not supposed to drive here!"
"Sorry, man, my bad... But she doesn't have to be such a dog about it!"
This was it, she was going to fight this insensitive prick! A fist flew forward, and a loud crack was heard.
"F**K!" Tac had attempted to stop the girl, only to end sprawled on the ground, hugging his arm.
"Now look what you've gone and done! Not even starting school yet, and you're already a screw up! HAHAHA!"
As furious as she was, Wendy could not spare any more time for this little piece of crap, and besides, she had already started to feel bad for accidentally hurting someone else who wasn't involved. Quickly gathering her things together, she ran past the both of the boys and into the school.
"Wait! HEY WAIT A MINUTE! YOU'RE NOT JUST LEAVING US HERE, ARE YOU?!"
A/N:I should be doing so many other things right now. Fast food fanfictions were not supposed to be one of them.