The (h/c)-ette took a bite of the ice cream in front of her with a sigh.
‘Nothing interesting ever happens here.’ She thought with a bitter tone.
On the outside of her room, a boy was pushed, causing him to spill the contents of his bag.
‘Shit.’ He thought as he crouched down to pick up his belongings. ‘I swear to god, the person that pushed me is going to feel mY WRATH’
The girl laughed at him from the inside of her room. When he looked up at her with a glare, she knew. She fucked up.
“What’re you looking at?” He said, trying to cover up his embarrassment. Instead of answering, her eyes trailed to his hair. He tried to resist the urge to touch his hair to make sure nothing was wrong with it.
“Stop looking at my hair. It’s creepy.” He said, picking up the last of his papers.
Ignoring what he said, she pointed to his hair and mused
“Your hair looks really fluffy.”