Audrey's hands have been doing the same motion over and over again with the thread on her needle and the fabric in her little embroidery hoop. All she's doing is tying little knots in light pink thread, which seems a bit tedious, until she spreads the handkerchief over her knees.
Audrey thought she was making friends with a dog. The little thief has other plans, apparently, grabbing the underside of her purse and running off with it. Papers, books, pencils, and her bagged lunch all tumble out as she chases after the pup.
In the midst of returning a book to the library, Audrey has a couple complaints to make about the fairy tales within. "You said there would be lots of happy endings. I didn't think the ends were very happy at all."
It's too bad Audrey is too short to turn off the loudly beeping smoke detector on the ceiling. She has resigned herself to opening all the windows, standing on a chair, and wildly waving a pillow at the alarm.
Audrey's late. She's very late. She doesn't have the time to eat breakfast or brush her teeth or brush her messy bedhead. She's an exhausted-looking disaster in the making. Her test started hours ago, and she still has to wait for the bus.
Actually, her test isn't until Monday morning, and the weekend buses toward the school are few and far between. She could probably use a refresher on which the day of the week it is before she discovers the school is nearly desolate and the classroom door is locked.