I don’t think I’ve ever been more exhausted. Today was absolutely full of people complimenting me, as per usual. It’s so draining always being perfect.

It always makes me a little sad when the school is empty, because that means that I won’t get more adoring looks from my ladies. Plus, the empty school sort of creeps me out.

I push the doors open, and smooth my hair back as the wind disturbs it. I let out a sigh. I love feeling the breeze against my skin and all, but now I’m going to have to find a mirror to see if my hair looks okay.

It’s so difficult to be beautiful.

There’s only one other person in the parking lot, and it looks like they’re leaving. I speed up to a jog to get past their car before they pull out, but just as I’m almost in the clear, they pull out faster than I thought was possible, especially in their dump of a car.

And I hit the ground.

I can tell that the car stops, but everything else is spinning as I madly crawl for the driver’s side door. If I could, I’d be yelling at this idiot. How could they not have seen me?

I probably look like something from a horror movie as I get to the door, hoisting myself up to get a good look at the-

They open the door hard, and I have strange sense of falling, right before my face meets the concrete and the world fades to black.