Coffee

CLANG!
The girl didn't turn towards the sound thinking it was the noisy boy in the back. Suddenly a string of profanities came out of the mouth of the woman sitting beside her. Her head snapped over toward the scene of the crime; her arms jet out to stop the cascading liquid from creating anymore damage. A bitter sweet trickle of black, early-morning goodness, ran down the girls hand and she licked it off. The woman continued to scream, telling the girl to see if her papers where messed up. Befuddled by the early morning massacre of words the girl flicked on the car light, screamed at the woman to keep her eyes on the road, and continued to salvage what was left from the wreckage. Not finding anything wrong, she reported to the woman who told her to check again. Seeing that the woman was in a mood and blaming it on "the change" she checked again, and found nothing wrong again. The woman started to yell at her. Blamed her for so carelessly leaving her coffee lying where it could so easily spill. The girl took in a deep breath getting ready for the tiring early morning battle, but then she stopped.
A wave of calm suddenly spread over her, and she reassessed the scene. 'It's a B day, my bad day, do I really want to start with this so early in the morning' she asked herself. 'no'. She settled back into her chair and lay her head down against the window. The woman was still going on, but she was someplace far away now. It was only the girl, the blurred early morning landscape, her apple for breakfast, and her mug of coffee.