A little more genuine, authentic sleep, and Jamie wouldn’t be feeling so cranky right now. When did she even fall asleep? The only reason she's sure that she actually fell asleep was that she definitely woke up. When she did, Aden was on the right side of the bed, so there was only one side to get up on: left, and, clearly, wrong.
Plus, her hair. Because of the rain, Jamie’s hair is doing this weird poofy sort of thing. Her mother used to have the same hair, but she always described humidity as giving her hair “more body.” On her, it had looked like body, but on Jamie, it looked like poof, and not the magical puff of smoke kind after which something amazing appears. Just the kind where you hope nothing really significant happens so you can just get through the day without anyone really noticing the problem perched on your head.
Another problem is the cupcakes. She managed to get them in to the trunk of her car without too much water pooling on top of the large broad, flat box, but it’s a longer walk from her car to the front of the school than it is from her house to her car.Also, she’s sitting in traffic. How is this even possible? Of course it is. She’s listening to the radio, which is okay. Some part of her suggests to the rest of her that she could appreciate this chance to catch up on more of the news and events of the world. The rest of her tells that part to shut up.
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