The arrival of her mother cut her thoughts short-in her McDonald's uniform, thanfully. Only it didn't work as Annahad expected, for upon seeing her uniform Rachel leaned towards her and whispered, "Your Mom works at McDonald's? How funny, is that why your clothes look like that?" she snickered, gesturing at her jumper. "That's enough girls Mrs. Klein said, looking dubiously at Anna's mother, who did often have that effect on people. Her mother was about seven feet tall and had long, blonde hair down to the ground although presently it was wound about her head in a crown of braids, which was a weird enough hairstyle in itself. Anna could not understand why her mother refused to cut it, it was a pain to care for, as she knew from personal experience, having refused to let her own hair grow beyond her knees. She would have liked to chop it all off but her mother stubbornly refused to compromise, saying that the most she was allowed to cut it was to her waist. Anna had no idea why her mom made such a big deal about this, seeing as her hair was not pretty like her mother's, it was just a plain, dull dark brown mess that Anna hated and despaired of ever getting to behave. However, after assessing the look that Mrs. Klein was giving her mother, Anna decided she'd better intervene. Quickly jumping up she introduced them. "This is your mother Anna?" Mrs. Klein queried skeptically. "Yes, ma'am," she replied, remembering a problem that she had overlooked. Her mother looked so young that many people refused to believe that she was indeed her mother, saying that she couldn't be older than 16 or 17, certainly not old enough to have a 14 year old daughter. Seeing how the situation stood her mother took charge querying what she could do for Mrs. Klein. To which the principal replied by telling her mother all about the past conflicts with Rachel all the way up to the food fight. Seeing the expression on her mother's face, Anna gulped, boy did her mom look mad. After assuring Mrs. Klein that this kind of behavior would never happen again her mother excused her from school for the rest of the day and told Anna to collect her things and meet her in front of the school. Worried by the tone in her mother's voice, she had never heard her mother use quite that tone before, she raced to her locker and hurriedly grabbed her books.
