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	[color=fff79a]"Cool, cool...cool."[/color] Sammy responded, nodding her head lazily. Sammy accepted the poptart and bit into it, licking the crumbs from her lips. Samantha didn't care much for answers or seances or ghosts or anything like that. But Romi and the others were her friends, and she just went with the flow. Magic powers and all that- whatever, right? What were you gonna do? But it was an excuse to hang out with her friends and maybe something weird would happen.

	[color=fff79a]"Yeah. Sure. Latte sounds yummy."[/color] Samantha said. She looked up at the taller girl's head. Man, she was tall. Very tall person. She and Faye were both just mega tall. Tall, tall, tall.

	Wasn't she just doing something? Oh, yeah. Eating this poptart. It's gone now, though. [color=fff79a]"That was a good poptart. Thanks, dude."[/color] Sammy said. Romi was on her phone. The other ladies were usually on them, texting to each other. Samantha didn't really get the appeal. It took her too long to send the texts and she'd rather just call people. Sammy hadn't used her flip phone to painstakingly send a text into the group chat in over three months. And she hadn't read it at all in two weeks.

	Sammy gave everyone a wave as they entered the classroom. Alex was baking again, it seemed like. Sammy picked the closest seat and sat down in it, the chair scooting back. [color=fff79a]"Hey, man. I got out of bed this morning...just, like, the wrong morning. And then I took a nap."[/color] The blonde defended herself dismissively.

	Before she realised it, Samantha had picked up and consumed her cinammon roll. [color=fff79a]"Man. That was a good cinammon roll. Thanks, dude." [/color]Sammy said. Then she crossed her arms on her desk and set her head down in them, using them as a pillow. After a moment she realised she was falling asleep again, so, she adjusted her head so her cheek was resting on her arm instead. That way her face wasn't buried in the soft fabric of her baggy clothing. Her soft, sleepy ble eyes scanned the middle-distance, occasionally making eye contact with the other members of the Book Club.

	[color=fff79a]"So...yeah. Study hall. Rockin'. We're...not gonna stick around, though?"[/color] Sammy mumbled, trying to confirm the plan she knew or cared very little about. It made little difference to her. [color=fff79a]"Whatever, it's cool. Y'all got it. I'll just follow you guys's lead."[/color] She gave a thumbs up.[color=fff79a] "Go team."[/color]