Jen ran from the school as fast and far as her chubby porcine legs would carry her, not heeding which direction she was going, or even where she was. She barreled right past groups of people, almost got hit by passing cars while trying to cross without a signal, and just kept on running...crying and letting little bouts of gas out along the way.
It took awhile, but Jen finally broke down and stumbled off a bike path, into a nearby field. She couldn't believe how horrible the last few hours had been...she began to sob uncontrollably, mixing in snorts and grunts, making it worse. Jen didn't believe in karma...but she might change her mind after today.
It took some time for her to finally calm down to little more than snorts and sniffles, her snout not being useful for keeping her snot in check. The sun had gone down a ways as well, and wouldn't you know...there about a dozen yards from where she sat in her ripped clothing...was a mud bank along a creek. Jen had had some time to think about things, but she was still repulsed by the idea of behaving like a pig.
While fighting off the temptation in her head, there appeared to be a strange sound nearby...was that...a car horn? One of Jens floppy ears raised on it's own towards the sound...yes...it was a car horn, and a familiar one at that! Looking in the direction of the sound, Jen spotted Susan's car a little ways off the path she'd taken to get here. There was a sudden vibration from her borrowed pants, so she dug in and pulled out her phone, having gotten a message from her friend. "Thank fuck I found you, get moving and get in lard ass...we have to talk!"