The bell rang and woke her up for the 7th time. Yawn.
Slight hunger. Neck ache. Line grabbed her books and
floated out of the building and stole an apple at a nearby
grocery. She would have prefered an orange. But those
took too much work. Reminder of her body.
She walked a few blocks to a bench. Sildewalk grass. Torn
and dry brown blood. She didn't look homeless enough for
people to give her money, which was a shame because she
knew some peopel who could use it.
She finished her "homework" in 30 minutes and left the
appelcore beside a dingy squirrel that would have starved