Kyla sat up, feeling dazed. Her mind felt blank...she was having trouble focusing. "Like...who is that?" Finally, she figured it out. "Duh, it's probably the principal." She got to her feet. "Is that my bag?"
"It's not mine," the person next to her commented.
She picked up the purse and slipped it on. She couldn't go to class yet. She headed toward the bathroom, and opened up the purse. She did her best to fix her face and hair. "That fall...really messed me up," she said. She felt much better now that her face wasn't naked and her hair wasn't in disarray.
