Start of New Story, written during Gov't

Denise winced as she dripped hand sanitizer on her once again skinned knuckles. She wondered idly if she should cut back her forty-five minute "quality time" with her punching bag to only thirty minutes. Her uncle had tried to get gloves to go with the rough canvas bag, but Denise refused. She had convinced him with the argument that she would make her own.
Her real reasons were slightly different. Firstly, her uncle had already spent enough money on the bag and her first 3 months of self-defense classes. Now he was moving to New Jersey for his new job, and was pinching pennies until he started so that he could buy a good house. The main reason, however was that if she got in a real fight, she wouldn't be wearing gloves. Rather than scare her uncle into forcing her to go with him to New Jersey, she let him believe what he wanted. Her classes were a "physical outlet" for the pressure of a new school. Or that was the story.
She grimaced at the irony. Denise and her father had moved to Silver Falls, Oregon to be near her Uncle, and now a bare four months later he was moving, leaving his brother and niece in the same situation. And all the stories! Telling lies got so confusing. Hiding the truth under tangled webs was tedious.
She discreetly slipped the bottle of hand sanitizer back in her bag. She carefully sat in her desk and waited for her Gov't teacher to start his lesson. It was her first class of the day and she was habitually the first student there. Most of her classmates stayed talking to their friends until the warning bell called them in. She was relatively new. She'd only moved to Silver Falls in time for the last term of last school year. In this small town, everyone already knew everyone and already formed their clicks. She hadn't been friendly either.
The bell rang at 7:20 and people finally started shuffling into the room.