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That look that probably means she has something to say to me, most likely gossip or recent news that she creepily found out. But other than "the look," Jannat has a pretty decent face. Dirty blonde hair and a slim figure. It's pretty much unknown to society how she has that figure because she eats like the government just announced there's a prize if you can feast your way to Washington D.C. and back to Virginia Beach. It sounds like a complete exaggeration, but if only it was.
I guess this is the end of my me-time, so I grab all my necessities and get out the car, locking it behind me. Almost immediately after I finish, Jannat grabs my wrist yanking me with the force of a tractor trailer away from my mom's car. Can you walk any faster? This isn't Let's-See-Who-Can-Break-Varnika's-Arm-Off tournament, Jannat. Take the stick from out of your butt.
Once we enter the school hallway she stops in front of the vending machines. Figures. Give it a few seconds and she'll be busting her face through the plexiglass cover.
Jannat stares at me like she's expecting an answer and she didn't even say anything. Why would I answer an unasked question? What logic is this?
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