Generation NeXt

Harley had just been trying to go to school - really - when she walked through a door and ended up ... inside a hotel lobby, okaaay. She sort of pauses, tiny in jeans and a too-big GCPD t-shirt that belongs to her mother, and wiggles her toes inside frayed sneakers.

She knows, in essence, where she is, and she really wishes that she had a PINpoint with her or something because oh god, what if she can't figure out how to get home before dinner? Her mom always handles everything and Harley is a smart girl but come on.

She ends up plopping down in a plush chair, groaning. "Oh man, mom's going to kill me."

"Yes, grandpa, you know I'm going to be careful, god, you'd think I'd never done a stakeout before," Jacelyn (better known to friends as J.C.) says as she walks towards a bus stop, rolling her eyes for her own benefit, "Okay. I know. I won't mess up. Bye."

She hangs up, readjusts her massive backpack stuffed with her homework and her carefully packed costume underneath it, and turns the corner of the block to find a sprawling garden. J.C. blinks and turns right around, not quite processing this right away, and finds yet more grass where the street.

The word she says next is omitted in the name of good taste, but it expresses deep distaste and a good measure of frustration. 21st century girl in the house, everyone.