The girl in question was easily six to seven inches taller than Nat, with thick curly red hair complimented by sea green eyes and light, freckled skin. She was packing a currently shaking build of solid muscle.
"Uh, hello?" Nat asked.
"EEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" the girl screamed as she ran off.
"Who was that?" asked Tammy.
"The wrestling captain, her name's Francine but most call her "Fanny" for some peculiar reason." said a scrawny girl in a pencil skirt and blouse, "I was keeping a read on her heart rate in the gymnasium in case you were wondering."
"Oh, thanks... I guess..." Nat replied.
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Nat was flopped down on her bed, wearing bright pink pug pajamas. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"I don't feel like doing a sleepover guys!" Nat yelled.
'I still have a bruise from last time.' she mentally added.
"Errrrrr.... Daisy?" a voice with an irish lilt asked. "It's me, Fanny. Are yah there?"
Nat got up and opened the door....