All roads led to high school. Gert sighed through her nose and straightened up. The slump of her shoulders was not so much resigned as frustrated, and she chewed on her lower lip as she turned to face the dinosaur. No words were exchanged - just a long stare, and then a jerk of the head to indicate the nearest hiding spot (specifically, a crevice behind a dumpster). The creature made a weird screeching growl low in its throat. Reluctance.
"Go on," Gertrude said, aloud.
The creature drug its heels a little, but did as it was told. The purple-haired girl inhaled, gathered her courage, and turned to head for the corner again. Time to go in the school and set things straight. Except that, once she'd done a 180 on the pavement and really looked around, Gert suddenly realized that she wasn't alone. Oops. Her smile was lopsided.
"Hi. You ever have a day where things just won't go right?"