A state of emergency had been called and there was no way Ella was going to school.
“Everything will be okay,” her mother assured her as she bustled around the kitchen preparing breakfast.
“But it’s REALLY important I go to school today!” Ella wailed.
“Well you can,” her mother said simply, “There’s nothing stopping you.”
“Nothing stopping me?!” She looked at her mother incredulously. “Have you seen the volcano on my nose?!”
Her mother stopped what she was doing, frypan in midair. “It’s only a pimple,” she said.
Only a pimple, thought Ella. Yeah right. The day that Graham was going to ask me to the prom and this happens. Fuck my life.