Editing took all of an hour to finish, that hour caused Eira to be late for her next class though, and it had her yelled at, again, by her boss. Eira ran to Lit class, her boots clicked on the tiled floors of the hallways as she went. She was glad she had opted for practical that morning, with her shin high, black boots, jeans, and Def Leppard tee. Eira burst into her Lit class, almost 45 minutes late, a whirlwind of girl, she made her way to a seat in the back, the last one left. Mr. Rogers gave her a dirty look as she sat down, he cleared his throat before continuing whatever lecture he was giving. Eira pulled out her homework, and passed it to the front, through her peers, and then bent over her book, trying to catch up on the chapter they were discussing, it was going to be a long day.
She was almost done with the assignment when the segment she'd been editing came on the television overhead. She sat back, tapping her pencil softly as she glared at the television. Ryker was nothing but a joke, and no one seemed to see it but her and her boss. Everyone else was enthralled by the president, even in her classroom! The girls were drooling, and the boys were giving all of their attention to the tv, like the guy was a god or something, which couldn't be any further from the truth.
Lunch didn't come quickly enough, but when it did come, Eira breathed a little easier. She chose pizza, salad, a brownie, a jug of milk, and a banana. When she plopped down opposite of Shay, she received an annoyed groan from her boss.
"What? She rose her dark brows at Shay.
"What do you think? Look at all of that," Shay gestured to the overloaded tray in front of Eira, "It's not fair that you're going to eat all of that and not gain a pound! Me? I have to eat this," She pointed to her single salad in disgust, "If I want to keep a trim figure, and don't" She held up a hand in protest before Eira could get a word in, "Tell me that exercising would benefit me more than a salad. I don't have time for exercise, I have a paper, and a channel to run."
Eira hadn't been planning on telling Shay anything, but whatever. This was an ongoing problem between them, Eira enjoyed food, so she ate it, and she didn't really care what others thought, or if she gained a few pounds over a fried oreo. Thankfully her metabolism wasn't too terrible, so she didn't gain tons with her eating habits, yet.
After school Eira headed to her favorite café, Café Copper Top, it was usually packed, but it was the best café in Atlanta, in her opinion. She was walking there from school, she had her bag slung over her shoulders, and a camera crossways that banged against her hip with each step she took. It was as she was turning onto the street that café resided on, that she heard a commotion behind her. She turned to look, someone was running towards her, a guy, probably ten years older than herself, and he looked like he hadn't showered for days. Eira moved out of the way, assuming that would save her from being run over. The guy stopped long enough to pull her in front of him, and shoved her towards the street, where an oncoming car was, there was no time for breaks, or reflexes. Eira shut her eyes, hoping for the best, but the collision never came. She peeked one eye open, to find herself face-to-face with a masked hero, Spider-Man.