"Bridgette, aren't you up yet?" Her mother's voice yelled up from the floor below. "You're going to be late for school!" The teen's eyes snapped open. What time is it?! She quickly sat up. One glance at the clock told her she was definitely going to be late. She threw herself from bed. Her legs caught the sheets as she fell down the metal steps to the floor below. She rolled onto her back and laid there for a second in pain.
"Ow," she groaned.
"Be careful," Tikki warned, "Don't hurt yourself."
Bridgette stood and stumbled over to her dresser. "I'll try not to." She threw on her clothes. Hopping toward the hatch as she tried to get her shoes on. She quickly brushed and tied her hair into its usual long, black pigtails before hurrying downstairs. She grabbed a macaron on her way passed her parents. "Bye Mom. Bye Dad." Her voice was muffled by the cookie in her mouth. The doorbell rang as she rushed out into the street.
"Wait, Bridgette!" her mother called. She slowed to a stop and glanced back as her mother ran up to her. "You forgot your schoolbag." Bridgette swallowed the remains of her cookie and pulled the red bag onto her back. Before she could go, her mother handed her an umbrella. "It was raining all this morning and might start again later. You don't want to be caught out without one."
Bridgette nodded with a smile. "Thanks Mom." With a quick kiss to the woman's cheek, the teen was off once again. She rushed passed people on the sidewalk, apologizing when they yelled after her. Oh no! I didn't do last night's homework! I completely forgot. She skidded to a halt as she came upon the road. The only thing separating her from the school. She glanced to the right, no cars. She started to glance left when a car came rushing passed. The water from the puddle on the road splashed up. She made a disgusted face before shaking the water from her hair and smiling. It doesn't matter how unlucky I am if I get to see Felix all day.
She glanced both ways before hurrying across the street. The school was completely silent as she ascended the stairs. Not one person was roaming the halls as she hurried to her classroom. She took a deep breath, sighing before opening the door. All eyes were on her when she walked in, gently closing the door behind her.
"Bridgette, you're late, again," her teacher frowned, crossing her arms.
"I'm sorry Miss Bustier. I just…I kinda slept in a little too long." Her apology was accompanied with a nervous smile.
Miss Bustier sighed. "This is the fifth time this month," she said, "I can't keep ignoring your tardiness. If you come in late again I'll have no choice but to give you detention." Bridgette glanced to her feet and pouted, a little embarrassed. She nodded. "Take your seat."
Bridgette quickly sat in her seat, dropping her bag next to her. "Maybe you should go to bed earlier," Alya commented. Bridgette glanced to her left where her friend Alya sat next to her. "Though you are usually late for things outside of school too."
"Ugh, I know. I mean, I don't try to but things just…things get in the way. You know?" Bridgette replied.
Alya sighed and shook her head. "No offense, but your life isn't that crazy, girl." Bridgette's gaze turned to her hands resting on the table. "All you have to do is homework, bake pastries, and fantasize about a certain blond."
"I guess…"