Her legs were only able to move so fast, constricted in the black pencil skirt that she wore. She wasn't usually a skirt type of girl, but it was required on weekdays except on Fridays. She pulled the short tan sweater around the purple top that she wore as she moved to the front of the room. On the board, she scribbled her name in elaborate, fancy cursive writing.
'Ms. Scafford.' The board screamed in perfectly proportioned black ink. The bell rang, and she sank into her teachers chair.


