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A woman with soft eyes and grey hair was walking across the street when suddenly her paper bag ripped, Leslie sprinted across the street to help, 8:15, well hopefully the old woman lived close.
"Do you need some help ma'am?", the woman looked up and smiled but concern etched her face, "Thank you sweetheart, but won't you be late for school?". Leslie grabbed a jar of peanut butter, "It's okay my school starts late", lie, "where do you live?"
The woman pointed across the street, "Just right there sweetie!", Oh thank god, Leslie thought. They crossed the street together, Leslie holding the woman's broken bags and groceries, 8:20... No worries, there's still 10 minutes she'll be quick. "Would you like some tea?", the sound of the old woman's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, well.. it's not the end of the world to be late.
She sat down at the woman's dining table, "Are you okay with green tea? That's the only kind I got" Leslie nodded, "Yes that's perfect!", to be honest Leslie was never a tea or coffee person but she felt it would be rude not to have some. She looked around at the photos on the walls, family photos and oddly, pictures of the Prism Quintet, the old group of magical girls who disappeared after the battle with the Creature. "Did you know them ma'am?" She pointed at the photos on the wall, "hm? Oh no, no not the Prism Quintet, I used to be a journalist, and I suppose it's a little embarrassing to admit but I was quite a fan of them."
Leslie stared at her with a huge grin, "Really! Oh my goodness did you take those photos of them? I'm so jealous, I love the Prism Quintet!" The old woman looked at her sweetly, "Yes those are my photos, I even got an interview with one of the magical girls.. Would you like me to show you?" Leslie nodded frantically, "Of course!"
The woman came back with a newspaper, 1999, a day before the finale battle. It was an interview with Marigold, one of the, well less heroic members, not to say she didn't do anything.. but she was.. a bit of a coward. Leslie used to like her before all the articles came out about her being useless in battle, it was interesting how confident Marigold was. "We will march into battle with that Creature and show him why we are the Prism Quintet!" The article read, Leslie wondered if Marigold was really that confident in herself or if she knew deep down that she was, well, dead weight. Once Leslie set down the newspaper she checked her watch,
8:50, Leslie jumped out of her seat, knocking her tea over, "I'm so sorry, I have to head out for school!" She said grabbing a napkin and cleaning up her spill, the old woman grabbed the napkin from her "no it's okay dear, you go, feel free to visit me whenever, it gets lonely here." Leslie shot the woman a smile before opening the door, "I'll see you later miss!", and she sprinted through the streets. 9:00. Shit.
She practically slammed the classroom door open, every single face turned to her, well great. "Miss Leslie, glad to see you could make it... An hour late." Mr. Lawrence said from his desk, Leslie anxiously smiled at him "Sorry Mr. L, I got caught up with, uhm, pressing matters." Mr. Lawrence sighed deeply, "See me after class."
Leslie nodded and took her seat next to Vera. "What was the pressing matter this time? A cat in a tree?" "Haha no it was.. an old woman who needed help with her groceries.." Vera had a knowing smile on her face "Knew it." Leslie rolled her eyes, "Just listen to the teacher I can't get in more trouble today.."