"Want to switch jammies?" you ask, which was met by a chuckle. She thought you were joking but you weren't; however, you weren't going to press the issue. "So can I finish?" she asks. You turn back around.
She grabs your hair again, feeling the hair tie grab a few stray hairs and pull. When she is done, you reach to feel it. Your hand is impeded by a giant bow.
"What is this?" you ask, irritated.
"Sorry, I didn't have another hair tie, just my cheer bow." You sigh. But didn't have much time to complain, as you guys pull up to the front door. You thank Steph's mom for the ride again, as you both grab your bags and run into the school.
You forgot to put the strap of your crocs around your heel, so they keep slipping. That paired with your diaper, makes you move a little slow.Steph beats you to the gym door, you following right behind.
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