Monica's horrible, terrible, worst day ever

Poor Monica woke up this morning and the zipper on her coat broke. So she grabbed her raincoat as I shooed her off to school. We had planned she would be taking the train home later that day. At 4pm a friend's mom called to say that Monica forgot her train ticket and her phone (which were in her coat pocket) and would I pick her up. I hurried and called Monica's friend back but the friend had already left with the train so I had no way of telling Monica I was coming. I jumped in the car and flew over the mountain to the school. Unfortunately I showed up exactly at the same time as the train. I just knew she was getting onto the train at that moment. I couldn't see her but she could see me and she ran to the door to get off the train but it was too late. She didn't have a ticket but she wanted to come home. So I looked around the school and asked after Monica. One child (who I swear was a boy but Monica later told me was a girl-we need to pluck and do something to make you look more femine little lady) told me that Monica had gotten on the train so I jumped in my car and headed home. Poor Monica got off at the next stop, ran through the rain back to the school and asked that same girl/boy if she had seen me and she said that I'd just left. Monica started to cry and the girl/boy loaned her some money for a ticket and Monica got back on the train. When she got to the main train station she had just missed the train so she had to wait another half an hour. I think she cried most of the train ride home. Poor dear then took the bus up to our home. A normal journey is 2 trains and a bus. Total time 45min. Monica did it in double that time. I was very worried because of course James kept saying that she was kidnapped and gone for sure. She ran into my arms bawling when she finally got home. Swearing never to go to school again! (what did that have to do with it)? Anyway after a hot bath, hot chocolate and waffles for dinner she was back to her normal happy self.