Ammie was on her tippy toes, she was quite short for someone her age. She was 5'4 and her bathroom mirror was designed for someone of a taller stature. She finished applying her eyeliner in a winged fashion and fell back to being flat footed, she had to hurry or she would be late for her first day. She ran out of her room grabbing her bag, and kissing her kitten Bear who was perched up on the sidetable near her keys. She grabbed her keys and ran out the door and flew into her beat up pickup truck, it had seen better days but ran like a dream.