If there were two things Ashanti hated, it was cold weather, and being cooped up. 

"You've...gotta be...fucking...kidding me!" She ground out between clenched teeth as she struck the hanging body bag in the weight room. Ash would have been home by now if not for a lost pole -for pole vaults- who's whereabouts were last seen with her. To say she was pissed was an understatement. She was stuck in school during a horrible snow storm. 

The best she could do to keep her temper down was to hit something. Outer layers had long since been shed, leaving her in a wife beater and basketball shorts with gauze wrapped around her fists and feet as she fought the poor sand bag into submission. It was rare for her to loose her cool, but it was already a pretty shitty week.