Penelope walks into class and sits in her desk, setting her backpack aside and sighing. She glances out the window, watching the snow fall. Class starts, and 10 minutes in class her mood starts to brighten because you haven't shown up yet. Just as she thinks you'll be absent today, you burst through the door and walk up to the teacher to give him your late slip. Her mood instantly sours. She groans silently and mumbles to herself while looking out the window.

"Great. Guess God still hates me."