Just like last year, just like the year before, on the first day of classes, Jenny's dad dropped her off in front of the school, kissed her cheek and slipped her a twenty for lunch.  "Just promise me you'll get<em>something</em>healthy, or your mom'll kill me," he told her with a twinkle in his eye.<br/><br/>She smiled, said, "Sure thing, Dad," and rushed headlong from car to the front doors, knowing she was late.  Damn Suzie and her need to curl her hair for an hour, taking up the family's one bathroom when five people needed it to get ready for work or school.   By the time she made it into the right section of the halls for her first class, there were virtually no other people around.  The halls had cleared for first period.<br/><br/>"Shoot," she muttered and, clutching her heavy bookbag in both arms, forewent finding her locker and raced down the hall and skidded to a halt in front of the door.  She wasn't even that out of breath, she was happy to note.  All that early morning running she'd done over the summer had really helped.<br/><br/>Too bad it hadn't helped with the weight of her bookbag.  Stupid AP classes and their thick, heavy textbooks.