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LEA WINSTON WAS THE DEFINITION OF 'QUIET UNTIL COMFORTABLE'.
You would expect a girl like her who came across shy and reserved to be a self-indulged introverted but in spending time with her, I was finding that the 'quiet girl' shield she had on was more of a protective facade than a true description of her character.
In other words, she was less like me than I thought and more like Aaliyah in the since that they could both be a little...mischievous. In fact, it had come to be that Lea fit into our little friendship duo perfectly.
"Come on, admit it. She has troll feet."
I refused to participate in Aaliyah and Lea's slandering of cheerleaders. They had been rambling on and on for the past half hour and there was no stopping them.
"No comment," I stubbornly retorted, refusing to egg Aaliyah on, "I don't even know what 'troll feet' means."
"It means that her feet are ugly," Lea explained kindly, an elfish grin curved on her lips, "Come on. You have seen the pictures on Instagram. She even muted the comments."
Hattie.
Everybody was talking about Hattie.
She wasn't the most likeable of persons but I couldn't say that I stood for the slandering of her toes. In truth, Hattie was also the kind of girl who looked at other girls and always had something to say. Perhaps this was life flipping the 'treat others as you would like to be treated' card on her.
"So fine, her feet are not the best looking," I admitted chivalrously, "But let's not focus on that. How about her hair? It literally looked perfect."
"What do you mean?" Aaliyah snorted ungracefully, flicking her nose, "Everybody was focused on them toes. It makes so much sense why she always hides her feet now."
I couldn't help it. I looked. Right across the gymnasium. On Wednesdays like this, we had to share the gym hall with the cheerleaders since our practices clashed.
It was honestly a misfit of coincidence because the cheer team hated our guts and saw us as 'serious' competition. We were the new fresh squad and all eyes were on us and that was apparently something they couldn't get with.
"If I were her, I would delete the post," I voiced my thoughts earnestly, making the other two girls titter, "No, seriously. I would keep my toes to myself."
