Just as Jennifer stepped outside her door, she heard a voice yell her name. Coming down the road, her arms flailing wildly, was her neighbour, May Collins.
Jennifer tried her best not to show the disgust she felt looking at the girl as she stumbled towards her. Her hair was a little greasy as if she hadn't washed it in a few days, and there were a few quickly-drying stains on her short skirt, likely coming from the piece of toast in her mouth that was still dripping jam. That wasn't what Jen disliked about May, though. It was her aesthetic.
May had always been a little weird, but in 6th grade, she had decided to binge a lot of anime, and since then had made it her personality. She didn't just like anime, she was (or at least wanted to be) anime. Her greasy blonde hair was in two tightly curled twin tails, and her skirt was part of a Japanese schoolgirl outfit that had been heavily modified for 'effect', those being a large boob window in the shirt, which had been cropped to show her midriff, and a skirt that barely covered her ass. Jennifer could see her anime-printed panties without even trying.
The girl stopped at Jennifer's feet, panting. "Oya, I'm such a dojikko!" she said as she clutched at her head delicately.
Jennifer rolled her eyes. "What did you do this time?"
"Oh, I missed my bus..." she muttered. Then, she turned her pleading puppy eyes on Jennifer. She grimaced. May was using coloured contacts and makeup to make her eyes seem as ridiculously large. It was horrific. "Gomen nasai, but can I get a ride with you, Jenniferu-san?"
Usually, Jennifer would have said no right away. She had a convertible Porsche, something she wouldn't even let most of her group into, let alone this walking mess of a person. But, for some reason, she found her mouth moving of its own accord, and saying brightly, "Sure, May, I'd be happy to give you a lift."
May's eyes widened, and she squealed in delight. "Really? Sugoi! I didn't think you would let me."
"Neither did I," Jennifer muttered under her breath. She still hadn't made the connection. But, she stiffly grabbed her keys, chivalrously opened the passenger door for May, then strapped herself in for the longest drive to school she's ever had.