"Money's real important," Clementine nodded, "but, like, uh, obviously I'll be here, so tell me whatever you find out -- oh okay also I gotta go." Her next class was a little too far away to make if she didn't start sprinting, which was probably because she still couldn't remember her locker combination and always lost at least a minute fighting with her lock, but she refused to take any possibilities of speeding up her class transitions. It was this or no dice.

She did almost trip over another student on her way to the drying racks, and got snapped at for her trouble, but there were no actual tears to be seen. Yet.

It was probably better for everyone that way.

stari_maga
mmm fin!