Fortunately she really wanted to be in the class photo, because she was in and out in less than three minutes. Preston knew; he kept his phone out and watched the clock. When she came out, her hair was a tangle of wild, staticky strands sticking up all over her head and the back of her shirt had somehow been tucked into her panties, but he helped straighten her out. She produced her comb from amid the folds of her dress and let him smooth down her hair as they walked down the hall. By the time they reached the cafeteria, she looked as pretty as ever, even without the fairy wings.
And they were just in time. Her classmates were already arranged on a small stand of bleachers on one end of the stage, a conspicuously empty spot on the upper level where one student was missing. As Abby and Preston entered the cafeteria, she saw her friends and dashed for the stage. “Wait for me!” she cried, sneakers squeaking on the polished wooden floor.