“Running, running, running. Here she comes tumbling through the door. It is always the same routine that she has found a way to make it intriguing to watch. The time stays the time; the rushed way she speaks is constant. The Brown University black back pack that contains her life is filled to the top like normal; filled with textbooks, notebooks, clothes for the rest of the day, the bag is nearly overflowing. Seconds later the door slams shut and a voice emerges, ‘Hey I’m home! I can’t stay long though. I have to go work on the avenue, and then I’m going to the library. I’m sorry, but I have AP Chemistry work to do, and AP Comparative Government.’ The phone buzzes. ‘Oh my gosh! I forgot that I even have AP US Government to do! I just got a
