"Are you alright?" a familiar voice asked. If Drema were to look up, she would see, Austin Walker, Drema's best friend since childhood and the unknowing object of her affections. Austin was reaching down to help Drema up, his almost omnipresent smile had been temporarily removed by the concerned look on his face. "This is why I say you shouldn't race the school bus every day" Austin remarked as he helped Drema up.
"I'll say" said a minion who was watching Drema from 1 of the sturdier branches "I've lost count of all the near misses the professor's daughter has had with oncoming cars and other hazards, it worries the professor sick every time Drema leaves for school".
"He's not the only 1" replied Austin, who was used to seeing Drema being followed by her dad's minions.