'This might be our last day of quiet…' Nila thought. She hoped that would make her determined to make the most of it, but determination was not what she needed. It only made her more nervous.
"If you don't go now, you're going to be late," Mrs Felder said, all but pushing her daughter out the door.
"I know that already…" Nila complained, but she went anyway. She'd dressed warmly for the occasion. The first frost of the year was fresh on the ground. It was going to be a cold day. Her breath misted in front of her in the air., and she pulled her coat more tightly around her for it.
"Good luck!" Her mother said again, seeing her off.