Old Books

You remember there used to be a section where the weird Wiccan chicks would hang out. Your buddy, Alex, spent months trying to get them to look his way but they couldn't have been less interested. Working your way over you see a small collection of girls dressed like they got straight out of a bad punk rock show. Fuck! This would so much easier without an audience. Maybe they could leave? Probably not. From what you can tell there's the one kind of in the middle, she's the leader. She's got serious resting bitch face, always kind of made you giggle when she deadpanned at Alex all the time. She's about your height, new height, Asian, and her hair is so long it reaches her ass. She's wearing some kind of Victorian outfit today with frills everywhere. Of course it's all black. Next to her is Samantha, you've actually known her a bit from class yet never actually had a conversation. She's still got the build from her softball days hidden under a black hoodie and ripped jeans. The other three are a mystery, you can't remember meeting a single one of them yet you know they're all about your age.