It was the weekend--thank god. Fiona was sick and tired of listening to the whiny voices of the annoying brats at St. Bernard’s. They always had problems that were insignificant. Fiona just wanted a little time to herself, away from anyone she knew.
She was walking down the street on her way to somewhere else when someone ran right into her. Fiona gasped, hissing out--
“Watch where you’re going, fool.”








