While near, she could see the bright pink hair of her friend, Kathy: her bangs tended to drape over her eyes. She dressed in one-legged ripped jeans and knee-high socks. Kathy swore that the style would catch on—it wouldn’t. Brandon stood beside her: he donned a red hoodie and orange-red curly bangs. It managed to drape over his eyes too, but not that much.
Jioni thought fondly of them both, so she dreaded them finding out where she was going. Jioni froze and contemplated taking a detour, but her feet shuffled forward, she approached them slowly and waved, and they reciprocated. Jioni’s walk failed to look natural as she tried to put on her best normal face; her plan was to walk past them—her forehead sweat accompanied her flawed plan, but she had no time to think of a better one. She smiled wide and did another quick wave.
