“Everyone will be waiting for us.”ĭashing over to the door she shoved her feet into her shoes.
”Usagi! How is it you are never on time?” Luna asked from her perch on the table. Grabbing her tote bag she gently packed each one trying not to shake them. ”Ahh!” Usagi reached to the back of the top shelf, pulling out the stack of delicately wrapped boxes. And while they were nowhere near as good as anything Makoto could make, she was proud of them. But she had stayed up all night with her Mom making them. She was still shocked that the girls asked her to bring the desserts. Years of failed attempts scared off almost all of her friends who were unfortunate enough to eat anything she made from ever trying another again. If there was one thing Usagi was known for it wasn't her baking skills. Opening the fridge, she searched for the bento boxes she and her Mom prepared. Pulling her shirt over her head Usagi sprinted out of her room and down the stairs towards the kitchen. I missed my alarm :( :( :( Be there in 10 minutes!!!” She texted her friends, hopping on one leg struggling to get into her pants. Good enough, she thought, reaching for her phone. Opening her closet, she searched for any acceptable outfit, quickly settling on a pair of pants and a shirt. It was always the same, no matter how many alarms she set, no matter how much she prepared beforehand, she was never on time. ”How am I so late!!!” Usagi yelled, frantically dashing around her room.