A girl with books

A student struggles to carry her bag uphill. Her feet have blisters, her shoes are too tight. It's a wet summer day, with lots of wind. Her shoes are wet inside. Her bag is filled lopsidedly with library books, some overdue. She lives with her mother, a nagging, selfish-woman, who she fights with casually, but so regularly that it has become a true pain. She leans forward into the hill, book corners digging into her back. The wind keeps blowing her light scarf up into her nose and against her mouth making her spit and blow. She stops to secure her scarf, but the wind catches it, loosened, and flings it up against a tree trunk in a nearby property. She is furious and unnerved. Should she climb the fence to get her scarf? Should she go around the corner and knock on the door? What should she do? The tree trunk is leaving wet brown marks on the fabric. She wants to get to campus, out of the rain, and order a long black. She wants to feel wet in a dry library, with heating, without her mother's company. She also wants to save her scarf.