Belinda had been having a good day. This was no mean feat when you set your standards high, and Belinda did. Admittedly, classes hadn't been particularly exciting, but her shirt and skirt had been particularly crisply ironed, her hair had been perfectly smooth, all of her meals had been better than usual, and she had received a package from home.
This all ended when it began to rain.
It wasn't supposed to rain inside the building. And rain made Belinda's hair frizzy like nothing else, so once she established that she couldn't just walk away from it quickly, she growled with frustration. As she stomped her foot for emphasis, she spotted another girl from her year.
Annoyed and being spotted in her moment of weakness, she snapped, "What are you looking at?"