Crash Landing

Luna pulled the front door open and blinked at the sight before her. The sleek and elegant sports car sat perfectly within the driveway lines, but the trail leading up to it told another story. Faint, curling skidmarks marred the edge of the street, proof of a last-second turn taken with far too much enthusiasm.

"That's... definitely her," 

Adam said with a resigned sigh as he stepped beside Luna.

The car door groaned open. Penny emerged in a staggered motion, as if her body had only just remembered it needed to stand. Her hoodie hung lopsided over one shoulder and her baggy pants looked like they had seen better days. 

Her messy bun was held up by a single pencil jammed in sideways. She had dark circles under both eyes and the faint, twitchy energy of someone who had recently consumed too much caffeine or none at all.

Adam frowned as he stepped out of the house and growled with a clearly displeased look on his face.