And thus, Monday morning began with a buzz for the high-school student by the name of Kendra Marie. She hit the snooze button, again. And an hour passed before she got up. At which time the strawberry blonde realized that she had only five minutes to get ready before having to leave for school, because of course, she had to be on time.<br/><br/>She groaned, thinking to herself, "Why was<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>chosen to help this new kid around. I'm not even a senior." With her muddied down thoughts, she quickly got ready. Her long, rectangular glasses on her face, a quick outfit change, and a brush through her hair before she ran downstairs. On the way out she grabbed a piece of toast, her bag slung over her shoulder. Somehow managing to make it to school on time, she was forced to wait outside for this new kid.<br/><br/>However, forced waiting didn't mean forced attention, did it? Not in Kendra's eyes at least. The bookworm stood by the principal, her head in a Chemistry textbook. Once a hush fell over the crowd, she gave a slight look up, before mentally groaning to herself. "It's going to be one of<span style="font-style: italic">those</span>students then," she thought. "I don't want someone like that to get picked on because of me."