Shoving the now Algebra textbook into the bag, Marcia began searching through the bag for anything unaffected by whatever this was. There was just a few problems with that idea she learned.
One as she lost more years the bag was shifting between different sizes, styles, and weights making it hard to hold steady. Especially given the awkward position her arms were in thanks to the banshee's grip.
It also meant that her efforts to search through were constantly being reset. One moment she was searching through makeup in the front pocket of a denim backpack only for her to suddenly find herself searching through gym clothes in a tie dye messenger bag.
Worst of all the process was extra demoralizing given the contents kept showing how she was running out of time. Like how the fact that the last time she had been in a gym class was the 7th grade!