Angel Darling ran down the damp alleyway, dodging trashcans and jumping over cardboard boxes. Her rain boots did little to keep the rain water out as icy drop from her plaid skirt slid down her legs. She regretted her decision not to run across the room to grab her umbrella as she ran over a puddle, splashing brown water all around her and caking her navy blue boots.
She looked down at her hello kitty wrist watch she had kept since 3rd grade to check the time. Two minutes before class.
Clenching her teeth, she willed her legs to move faster. Even as the captain of the school's track team, she wasn't sure if she was going to make it.
As she turned another corner, she saw a gray slab of stone with the words "Barrie High School". Behind the stone were five brick building scattered about in a careless manner, as if the architects decided to amuse themselves by throwing models of building in random directions and build the buildings wherever they landed.
"Almost there," Angel muttered as she swung past the white iron fence and flew up the cement stairs that led to the big glass doors to the science building. She kicked the door open and franticly ran down the almost deserted hallway. She didn't bother stopping at her locker but ran straight at her first period class. The classroom door was beginning to slowly shut-
Angel stuck her foot between the door and the door frame and pushed the wooden door open, almost slamming it in Mr. Barnard's face.
"Miss Darling," he took a step back, startled by state of Angel. She looked like she went through the washing machine. Twice. A giggle swept across the classroom and angel felt her cheeks getting even hotter than they were.
"I'm…Not…Late…" Angel wheezed for oxygen, trying to blink away the black fuzziness forming around her vision. Water dripped down from her brown hair onto her already soaked white blouse.
"Do you want to go see the nurse to see if you can get dry clothes?" Mr. Barnard's brows knitted together in a worried frown.
"No," Angel panted, trying to get rid of the shaky feeling of embarrassment. The class was definitely going to talk about her if she left, "I'm fine."
"Suit yourself," he shrugged, "Take your seat."
She started heading for her seat but stopped after two steps. Her shoes made squeaking noise of rubber against linoleum every time she walked. Angel heard murmur and snickering of a few students and immediately felt self-conscious. She cursed her boots for being made of rubber. She cursed the stupid clouds that decided to rain today. She cursed the stupid alarm clock that didn't work this morning. She cursed-
Mr. Barnard coughed, "Miss Darling."
"Oh, right," closing her eyes, Angel squeaked her way to her seat and sat down, trying to block out the noises of her humiliation.
"Alright class, take out your homework," Mr. Barnard walked to his chalk board and began scrawling important looking words onto the board.
Angel reached into her backpack and her fingers didn't come into contact with paper. She rummaged around desperately, knowing that she had pored over the answers for three hours the day before. The students around her passed in their homework into the plastic bin labelled "homework".
Her day could not have gotten any worse.
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This is my first fanfiction :D ^_^ Thank you for reading it through (if you reached the end without falling asleep o_o) and thank you for clicking(?) if you didn't manage to finish it D: *sits in corner sadly* ...I hope you enjoyed it ^_^
I'll update the chapters soon~ :)