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I sat there with a bored look on my face beside my twin sister, Britney Allen, who might I add continued to snore quietly as she slept through our math class. Britney and I stayed up the previous night coming up with routines for the cheer team and as smart as it was, it was also still an incredibly idiotic thing to do seeing as she would just switch it up once someone on the team gives their unnecessary opinion over it. I was pulled out of my thoughts when the teacher started to come over towards us noticing Britney who was still asleep and I would've woken her up if I wasn't so caught up in my own thoughts earlier.
"Britney, there is no sleeping in this class," Mrs. Hepner sternly spoke catching the entire classroom's attention towards my sister, "Britney Allen!"
If there was one thing about Britney, it was that she was an extremely deep sleeper. "I did not fart!" Britney suddenly exclaimed with a horrified expression as it slowly sunk in that what she had been talking about was a dream and not a reality. I softly giggled at her expression, soon laughing loudly as everyone else around me laughed as well, but it soon went away when Britney turned to me and the rest of the cheer squad with a flustered glare.
"Thanks for sharing," Mrs. Hepner amusedly replied just as the bell rang.
We all walked out of the classroom, and I decided to catch up to Britney, Amber, Sierra and Winnie just as three of the four decided to take a picture together.
"Oh my god. I have circles under my eyes, I look so old I could pass for twenty-three," Britney complained as Amber snickered before commenting, "You got plenty of sleep in class."
I linked arms with Sierra who smiled appreciatively and added my own commentary onto the conversation at hand, "Yeah Brit, I think I even see a little bit of left-over drool on your cheek there." Pushing her buttons, a bit more, I poked her right cheek resulting in her to playfully push my arm away with a glare.
