School

I hastily grab an apple and throw it into a paper bag, making my lunch for the day. I find my backpack, shove my lunch inside, and sling it over my shoulder as I dash out the door. I live close enough to my college to walk there, but I’m almost certainly late already. I burst into the room, and heads turn{if Naked}, they seem surprised to see me for some reason{endIf}. My face flushed with embarrassment and exertion, I try to stay casual as I walk calmly to my desk and sit down. The teacher raises an eyebrow at me, “Well, now that miss Doe is finally here, that makes everyone.”