AT 3:11 ON A MONDAY AFTERNOON, a brunette can be seen walking down the halls of the huge academy, eager to get to her destination before 4:00 pm hits.
Aubrey restlessly pads down the stairs with books pressed to her chest and her small purse crossed over her shoulders. Sweat is dripping down the sides of her face which only reminds her that winter is ending and summer is approaching.
She looks at her wrist watch, shrugging the sleeves of her white shirt. "Crap, I'm going to be late."
This counts as the third time she is getting to work late after she swore to her boss the last time never to be late. The reason for her lateness isn't because of extra hours of class, neither is it because she woke up late, but because she merely lost track of time from being mentally exhausted— she barely got any shut-eye throughout the weekend.
The robbery of Friday night still sits in her mind, fresh.
