The dorm

Chelsea stomped to the front of the station. She took out her phone and booked a ride to the dorm, silently regretting not owning a car yet and biting her lips as she waited for the ride to arrive.

As soon as the car came, she matched forward towards it and in the process of trying to get in, she stomped her foot on the edge of the car.

"Ouch! Stupid car!" She hissed in pain.

"Are you okay ma'am?" The driver asked, filled with concern, but instead he got a glare from Chelsea in response.

"It is none of your business. Just drive!" She snapped at him.

The driver didn't say anything else, he simply started the car and drove off towards the dorm, while Chelsea occasionally touched her sore foot, trying to nurse it.

"Ma'am, are you sure you are okay? We could stop at a clinic so you could have your foot checked." The driver suggested and Chelsea scoffed.

"Are you hard of hearing? Or don't you know what mind your own business mean? Aha..hold on. You just spoke about my foot which means you