Emily sprung up from bed. She heard her mother telling her to wake up. "Right, Ma!" she said, heading over to her dresser. She slapped on a random pair of clothes, and her favorite yellow sweater. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She didn't care that her hair was messy. She just shaped it into a pony tail problem solved. Next problem: the accent. She always had been made fun of at other schools for her "weird" southern accent. She talked to herself in the mirror for a bit, and found a quiet whisper the best way to hide it.
Emily ran outside, skipping breakfast. She could see her brothers car off in the distance. She normally enjoyed walking to school, but she decided to get in her car. Unlike the other car, she didn't care what her car was. Her brother had suggested it, so she took it. Emily started the short drive to school...
... and ended up at the front door. She had parked her car already, and had to get to gym. She ran down halls, hoping she'd remember where to go. After what seemed like hours, she ended up at the door to the gym. "Hey, jackass -- you're late!" She heard the coach yelling at another kid, "Three laps around the school as penalty -- and call me coach. You too, kid! Three laps!" The coach pointed to Emily as she entered the gym.
"Alright, Coach..." Emily whispered, dashing off ahead. For a 17-year-old girl, she was very fast. Growing up on a farm pays off! She took this time to take in the scenery of the school, and soon was finished with her first lap. "On to the next!" She whispered to herself...