Ronni wasn't very good at math, which meant she sucked when it came to estimating numbers. So when she tried to estimate how long the walk from her house to school was, the only answer she could come up with was "too long". As she reached the bottom of the steps, she was out of breath. She tightly clutched the styrofoam cup that was now filled with cold coffee. She hadn't drank much on the walk, since she'd been too busy worrying about getting lost. When she finally regained her breath, she looked around, observing the other students. It looked like a typical highschool, with its usual cliques and a few her old school didn't have. Pulling on the strap of her backpack with her free hand, she started up the steps, hoping her locker wouldn't be too hard to find. Ronni was so lost in her thoughts, that she didn't notice the girl in front of her, and couldn't do much but stand there as her cold coffee pretty much exploded all over the girl.