Gretchen twirled her hair around her finger and bit in to it softly. She hadn't even asked my name yet. She certainly was odd, like Marissa said. She also had this arua about her...
"You two ready?" Mrs. Sheferstein stood above us looking down. Disaprovingly or not, I couldn't tell. Me and Len had an ongoing joke about her. Most of the time we could barely tell if she was even a women.
Gretch batted her big brown doe eyes. "Uhh, yeah," she squeaked at the giantess. Gretchen was short I suddenly notieced. About 5 feet in all.
"Come on," I said rolling my eyes.
I heard a small gulp. She was worried. Cute.
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