Extend the Story - Add a Room

She immediately brightens, and although you're not looking forward to after school, you know from the warmth in your chest that you did the right thing.

"YAY! Yay, yay, yay!" she chants as she clasps your hands in her pale ones. Her skin is so soft, it's like it's made of feathers. She doesn't let go even as the bell rings, and she drags you out of the room, pulling on your hands and spinning you both around. "You won't regret this, I promise!"

"I better not," you mumble half-heartedly, but you find your lips turning up into a smile anyway.

"I gotta run to class. See you at lunch!" She waves her hand so quickly that her fingers disappear into a blur, and then she dashes down the hallway. For someone who hates sports, she's insanely fast.

You turn the other way and head to your own class. You groan. Ugh, it's your least favorite one:

History.