Jennifer looked around for her missing clothes. She walked around the house, skimming each room.
"Bedroom...nope...Living room...no...Laundry?"
Jennifer found her clothes, still in the dryer, a bit damp. She didn't have the time, however, and had to begrudgingly wear the materials as they were. She gave a quick sigh. It wouldn't be a good day, she could see that already.
Jennifer grabbed her bag and headed for the front door. When she turned the corner, she saw an all too familiar figure standing in her way. Her mother stood in the front hallway, waiting for her daughter's arrival, with her arms folded and her eyelids drooping from early morning fatigue. When she noticed Jen she yawned and said a tired "good morning".
"Hey Mom, what do you need"
Jennifer's mother wasn't usually up this early in the morning. Not unless she wanted to know something from Jennifer. Today was no different, as she needed to ask Jennifer a question.
"Did you do you project yesterday?" her mother asked.
"Yeah Mom, of course I did."
She didn't.
"Alright, good. Because I spoke with your teacher the other day and I know it's a big grade. Forgot to tell you to do it yesterday, so it's good to know you did it."
Jennifer's mother was the "Do good and I won't bother you" type of parent. She didn't really bother her daughter that often: maybe the occasional check-in with her teachers, or a scolding if she broke the law and got caught, but all in all she didn't have much time to spend with her daughter. The two had a fairly positive relationship, but more often than not, Jennifer could get away with anything, unless, of course, that anything was obvious enough for a lot of people to notice it.
"Yeah, right. Anyways, could you move it. I have a bus to catch."
"Right. See you later then"
Jennifer beamed past her mother and proceeded to walk down the street; birds were chirping as they flew overhead. The bus was a couple blocks away, not too far, but not close enough to see when the bus would get there. It didn't matter that much to Jennifer if she made the bus or not as her mother or father could drive her. Those mornings were usually the better ones and today she had certainly considered lying about having a chance to make the bus just to get the day off on a better start. She'd probably needed it. It was even more apparent when she realized an odd tingling sensation in her ears. She raised her hand to touch them and felt the tips. They seemed a little different, pointy even. It didn't really occur to Jennifer that this was a problem. "Just me being tired," she'd thought.
In a minute of walking, Jennifer could see the bus in her view. It was nearly at the stop and she was still a block away. Suddenly Jennifer weighed her options: Run and look like a loser while doing it, or go back home and catch a ride...or perhaps do something else.