When Ammie arrived at school she struggled to find a parking space, but managed to squeeze into one right between the curb and a 2001 Dodge Ram. She sighed at how tight she had to squeeze to fit, and got out of her truck slamming the door and locking it. She patted the drivers door and quickly took out her schedule. She was on the third floor in the classroom 305, she sighed at the realization of the three flights of stairs she had to sprint up so she wouldn't be late. She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and started off inside the school. When she got the the third floor, she realized she could relax since the bell hadn't rung yet and decided to wait outside the class.