Anya is Odd
Man my forehead hurt. I ran right into the door, which was pretty clumsy. I made sure to stop by the bathrooms before heading to my room, and man was I going to have a bump and a half on my head. I bet everyone would stare at it too. Of course it wouldn't be the first time people stared at me. I got my share of that in High School. I just thought
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"Tank Girl? I've n-never seen it."
"Are you serious? Lori Petty? Hair cuts changing style and color all the time? A Pre-The-Ring Naomi Watts, not looking like some movie star model?? It's a classic!!"
I heard her sigh, and I knew she wasn't thinking about the various colors and cuts of Lori Petty... nor the great one-liners she has... it was Anya. It had been bothering her all week, and I knew there was a lot of tension between them, but I knew it was growing into a lot more than that. I pressed pause on the DVD just as you see that big bull cow looking thing.
"Everything okay?"
"C-can I t-talk to you about something?"
I sat up out of my slouch and moved the popcorn to the side of me and spun around to face her. She had this worried look on her face, like she was about to tell me that Anya was some mass murderer.. oh my god.. maybe Anya killed Tim! I mean Anya complained about him all the time, sure he smelled, but was that a reason to kill him??
Collect yourself Janey... Anya isn't a killer.. she can barely walk cross campus without complaining. I doubt she would have the stamina to kill someone.
"Of course you can. I mean I am practically your pseudo roomie, and if you can't tell Anya?? Well trust me you can spill it to me... unless.. did you make a bet that you would pretend to be friends with me only to get something else? Like... ummm... a new comforter?"
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