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[Color=FFFBD4][i]Late, late, late![/i][/color]

[Color=A1A1A1]Were the only words running through Pia's mind as the small junior raced to get to school, her tired and very much distressed legs pushing the pedals of her bike to go faster. She'd managed to push the 'snooze' button one too many times, claiming a new record at six, before actually realizing she'd set it for a reason. That being said, Pia had [i]no[/i] time to do [i]anything[/i], not even her extra ten-minute power nap, which happened to be her favorite part of the morning. She hadn't even had time to get dressed properly! Her outfit was on, and that was that.

Deeply saddened by the chain of events happening (though she had managed to grab her tub of muffins she'd stress baked the night before), and her thoughts elsewhere, Pia hadn't realized she was quickly accelerating until the pedals of her baby blue bike were moving faster than she could keep up. Blinking a few times, she thought, [color=FFFBD4][i]hiiiiilllllll!![/i][/color], as everything around her started to blur. The trees turned into green blobs and the road and buildings into gray ones; her mind couldn't keep up with the chaos. Everything was happening fast. Too fast. 

Anyone with any sense would have slowed down instead of going full speed down a steep hill, but unfortunately for Pia, sense wasn't on her side. Usually. Instead of trying to catch onto the pedals that looked like spinny death machines, she placed her feet down onto the concrete in hopes of trying to maintain some control (screaming the entire time). At this time, her front tire wanted to go crazy. It began wobbling left and right as Pia tried her best to control it and stop herself, panicking the rest of the way down. Continuing to wobble, she skidded to a stop at least 3 meters later, the smell of burning rubber in her nose. Whether that be from her shoes or tires, she didn't want to know.

Taking a shaky breath, she leaned against the front of her bike, more distressed than before. [Color=FFFBD4]"...I almost died…,"[/color] she said to herself softly. Repeating the sentence again, she straightened herself, a bit dazed, and continued on her way.

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Finally making it to school, Pia tumbled into a bike rack, simply throwing a chain over it, not bothering to lock it. Grabbing the rest of her stuff from the basket that sat on the front of it, the small girl sprinted inside deeply hoping she hadn't missed the opening ceremony. But as she arrived to the auditorium, her shoulders dropped seeing as it was already over. She sighed, watching as most people were already leaving to sign up for club activities.

[Color=FFFBD4]"Aw man, not again,"[/color] Pia stated, running her hands through her short and not to mention very messy hair. Right now, she was more than a bit frazzled: Her hair was a mess; her outfit was unironed, the front buttons not even together; her tie was thrown loosely around her neck, and one sock was pulled all the way up which could not be said for the other. She was a complete disaster and she knew it.

Trying her best to fix herself up, which was extremely hard with one hand, Pia moved around, not exactly paying attention to her surroundings. She was looking for Photography or at least the Newspaper club, but she couldn't seem to find any. After what seemed like forever, she turned in a circle, looking for anyone who might know where it was at. Her eyes landing on a tall guy with reddish-purple hair who seemed to be looking around too. She sadly shuffled up to him.

[Color=FFFBD4]"Hi, do you happen to know where photography or the newspaper booth is?"[/color] She asked meekly, giving off a small smile and scratching the back of her neck in embarrassment. [Color=FFFBD4]"I promise I'm not like, new or anything, just lost, [sub]very lost[/sub], and...oh! Would you like a muffin?"[/color] Pia asked, her train of thought jumping tracks. Holding out the tub, she said, [color=FFFBD4]"I made them myself![sub] I also need to get rid of them, I made too many[/sub]."[/color]

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