Dawn was going to be late this morning.
It wasn’t her fault. Not totally, at least. She hadn’t meant to oversleep, especially today. These things happen. Now she was moving as fast as she could, the cool morning air rushing across her face.
It was her brother’s fault. If he had given her a ride to school, she wouldn’t be in this mess. If he had woken her up earlier, she wouldn’t be in this mess.
Dawn puffed frustrated air over her braces. As long as she was blaming, she might as well blame him for not brushing her teeth for her. She needed to be responsible for once.
Her parents had left the night before for her dad’s weekend astronomical conference. The only responsibilities she had were to get herself to school Friday and not get into any trouble over the weekend. This was her chance to prove that she was growing into an adult, and she had already blown half of it.
She had set her cell phone’s alarm last night as she always did. It had been later than she usually stayed up, but that was practically a law for teenagers whose parents were gone. Bleary-eyed from watching too many late night stand-up routines by comedians with funny accents, she hadn’t noticed that the battery was low. Somewhere around four in the morning, it must have shut off with a beep, and Dawn had slept through it.