It wasn't like Mandy to be late, she was always the hardworking student who stuck to a schedule and was always on time. However it seemed like her internal clock knew that something was going to go wrong.
Amanda Goodfellow, the straight A student. That's all anyone ever knew her for. She wasn't athletic, she couldn't sing very well, Mandy was just that nerdy girl with big round glasses who was only known for being a goody-two-shoes. She just wanted to do well in school, and who could blame her?
She arrived 5 minutes late to Chemistry, but made up for the lost time by profusely apologising and handing in the three essays that were due that day. Luckily the teacher liked her—that was at least one perk to being a good student.
The lesson ran as smooth as always and soon enough it was over. Assignments were set, with the majority student body having a few strong words to say about it, but Mandy never minded. The assignments kept her brain going.
Mandy had a free period next, which she usually used to make a start on whatever work she had been set in the previous lesson, but today she needed to return several books back to the library. That section of the main building was unusually over packed—she assumed the cause of this was the general laziness of some students who had fallen behind in their classes. As much as the girl would have loved to be one of those people who took time to relax rather than think of work, it had been drilled into her that it was better to keep on top of everything rather than slack. At least that's what her father always told her. She handed the returning books to the desk after waiting in the long line of students who were looking for group study rooms, and decided to wander around the shelving to see what other books took her fancy. She never took out the same books twice, not when there was so much she wanted to know.
Turns out, all of that extra reading proved to come in handy. Never once did she think that being a book worm would save her life.