New People For Misha To Meet!

It’s a Friday, and the day starts like usual... the girls getting ready, wholesome breakfast time with their mums and a casual walk to the front gates as the two greet, sillily socialise and head to their form room with Ellica and Jessie, bantering before sitting down at their desks.

Well, for a little while, Misha is doodling as usual in her books by the windows, before she glances out and observes two students running on the sports field track.
The two run from the starting line to the finishing line, repeating it a few times, appearing to Misha that the two were competing against each other over running times, as their interaction displayed a friendly yet seriously passionate competitive nature to it.
As the two stopped for a while, she could make the two out enough on their appearance.
The first one; the slimmer girl, had cherry pink hair tied into a shortish ponytail, neatly brushed back to reveal her eyes as reddish purple on her cute face. Her slender torso was contrasted by thick thighs and a similar wide waist to her own, which balanced her athletic appearance.
The second girl was moderately chunkier than the other, with a bigger bust and meatier arms, who had a stereotypical tomboy aesthetic with short blonde hair, vibrant blue eyes that sat on her masculine-esc face.
As the two chatted about what seemed to be their times, the second girl emoting with masculine assertion as the first showed casual indifference, Misha thought with a growing curiosity, ‘Ooo… interesting. I want to find out what’s going on between them.’

The bell goes after rollcall, as Misha and gang head to the changing rooms for their first lesson; P.E.
The P.E teacher, Miss Footman, sets up a multi-sport rotation event involving hurdles, baton relay, long jump, triple jump, discus and javelin. Misha takes her turn at the long jump with a normal-esque attempt, dusting the sand off of her legs and back side when she notices one of the students sitting by herself on one of the field benches.
“Ho? What do we have here, a new friend to make?” Misha cheekily grins, as she heads towards the bench.
Sitting at the bench is the 2nd year student named Chisa Trackstar, the pink-haired girl she saw before, who was known as an accomplished sprinter and relay runner, that showed her skill during her first year at school surprising the older girls at her capability.
Chisa leans back, taking in a deep breath as she stretches her arms up and exhales to the sky, her left hand dropping as it lands onto something soft, whereas the right hand hits the bench. Noticing the softness, she looks down and see’s Misha lying down on her thighs.
Waving, whilst she is lying down on Chisa's thighs, Misha introduces herself, “Hi! I’m Misha.”
“Eeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... um, hi? Why are you lying on my legs?” Chisa reacts with a stunned expression at the sudden appearance of this random girl. She had placed her hand on her Misha's cheeks.
Misha comments, “They looked comfy so I wanted to test them out," giggling at her own cheekiness, "and the results came back positive.”
Looking ever more confused, Chisa replies, “Uuuuuuummmmmm… thanks...? I guess?”
Grinning with a big smile, Misha chuckles, “Hee-hee-hee, anytime,” but, in the background, a random yell fills the air as it appears from Misha's point of view that another student from the track is angrily shouting in her direction.
“HEY!!! What are you doing to Chisa over there!?” The girl shouts, pointing at Misha. It was the second girl from before; the blonde tomboy.
Misha sits herself upright and looks towards the unknown girl before giving a cheeky closed eye wave, which further agitates the girl as she starts to make her way towards Misha in a passionate jog.
Turning her attention to Chisa, Misha asks, “Is she a friend of yours?”
Thinking of the best way to describe their relationship, Chisa tries to explain, “I wouldn’t really call her a friend, as she’s a second year student like me, but we’ve never really spoken to each other except during P.E or random encounters during lunch time,” but begins to emit a face of subtle annoyance before exhaling, “she ‘likes’ to see herself as like a rival to me in both sprinting and relay-running.”
With this information, Misha’s face grins with anticipation as both her and Chisa turn around to face the new girl standing before them.
“I said, what are you doing to Chisa!” The tomboy asks.
Misha answers with a grin, showing no care for the expected respect towards your upperclassman, “I finished my long jump and saw her on her own, so I introduced myself.”
The girl replies angrily, “Huuuh??? By using her like a lap pillow?”
“As I said to Chisa, I was testing the comfiness of her thighs which the results came back positive,” Misha casually answers, giving the girl a cheeky thumbs up.
The girl stands stunned for a second before overreacting, “That is borderline harassment!” This makes Chisa facepalm with a mixture of both stupidity and embarrassment at the absurd claim.
Laughing internally at this stupid numbskull, Misha clarifies, “And yet during that moment, Chisa had every opportunity to throw me off or freak out, yet she was still calm if not confused but the point still stands, she could have but she didn’t.”
Misha stands up from the bench and fronts the girl, saying, “she does not need ‘you’ to stick your dirt-encrusted excuse for a nose into her business.”
Chisa stops her facepalming after hearing Misha’s comment, to look up and see the tomboy brimming with anger. She then looks to Misha to which she sees her squared up confidently with a big smile and focused eyes.

As the two seem to argue about, Chisa decides to stand up and interject herself into the growing anger levels between the two.
“Hey hey hey,” stepping herself in between the two, “calm down you two, there’s no need to get worked up over nothing.”
“Huh!?! After the blatant disrespect she has displayed for a first year,” the tomboy points her finger to Chisa, “as a senior it is your responsibility to set an example to the first years,” turning to point towards Misha, “and you!”
“Oh hello,” Misha waves with a casual demeanour, as the tomboy demands, “You need to show some more respect to your seniors, and behave like the rest of the students to not cause trouble for anybody!”
Not taking the annoying bossy attitude, Misha condescendingly replies, “Huh, were you saying something to me? My apologies, it’s just that I couldn't hear anything over your incessant barking, like a ‘Bitch’.”
With fiery eyes, the tomboy yells, “You fuckhead! Do you even know who I am?”
“Oh, introductions are needed. Misha, meet Lenna, my rival from last year,” Chisa says in a happily respectful tone, completely ignoring the burning rage between the two as it burns.
“Hoooooooooooooo?” Misha says with a surprised face. 
“Yeah, I’m Lenna. Unlike ‘you’ I am a responsible student that not only represents this school, but is also the number one friend to Chisa here and forever,” Lenna states assertively, as Chisa’s face fills with embarrassment whilst Misha looks on in subtle disappointment, “and for one, I don’t invade people’s personal spaces without their consent.”
Misha nods, “Mhm, mhm,” before simply stating, “but I do enjoy a good lap pillow.”
“She does enjoy a good squeeze of the thighs too.” Hannah says, who had walked after she noticed the three girls chatting.
Misha facepalms immediately, “Oh for the love of, slit yourself up the middle!”
“Oh, you…” Hannah jokes, before she gets comically pulled away by Jessie who noticed them, thinking it's best if Hannah left them alone, waving her hands goodbye as she says in a silly tone, "Bye-bye."
Lenna shakes her head of the confusion of what just happened, before returning her attention back to Misha, “Anyways, I worked hard to get to this position, I deserve ‘your’ respect.”
Paying no attention, Misha introduces herself in a friendly manner, “Hmm? Ah! Okie-doki,” pulling a big smile, “I’m Misha by the way. Nice to meet you.”
“EH!! Fucking listen to me! Ahem, look, don’t do it again, and nice to meet you,” Lenna says, trying to show off that she is superiorly mature as a senior. “Great, that was sorted out,” Chisa claps her hands together, as a whistle blows for rotation, Misha realising that she needs to head back to the group.
She thinks to herself, ‘This’ll be fun… they’ll be great fun to mess with later,’ walking away, looking behind to see both Chisa & Lenna look at each other with subtle confusion as to what just happened.
“I feel like we will be seeing more of her and I do not like it one bit,” Lenna sighs, but Chisa says, “Maybe,” gently giggling before concluding, “but I feel like things might get interesting.”
The two turn back to return to their group, as Chisa looks back, thinking, ‘That first year intrigues me; never has someone approached me that directly, not even during my middle school. And yet, this turned into quite the new yet cute experience. I wonder what she’ll do next time.’
Out of nowhere, Lenna begrudgingly says, “Oi oi oi, don’t encourage her behaviour! The last thing I need is some first year pip-squeak interfering with our frie- um, rivalry,” expressing an angry or more likely a slightly jealous face.
Chisa chuckles at Lenna’s random declaration as she turns around and heads onto the field, leading ahead with Lenna giving chase.

After 20 minutes go by, the final whistle to end the P.E lesson is blown and the girls head back indoors to change.

After History, lunch time arrives.
Hannah watches Misha walk away after bantering like usual as they leave the lesson together, seemingly heading to Chloe for some quality time, thinking that time alone for yourself is good sometimes.
So thinking of who to sit with, she notices Ellica and Jessie walking to the Cafeteria, chatting about something as she approaches.
“Hey, Elli, Jessie, can I join ya for lunchies?” Hannah waves cheerfully, skipping over to the two as they turn around.
“Oh, Hannah…,” Jessie says, wondering what is up as Ellica replies happily, “Hi Hannah. We’re okay with you joining us.”
Jessie blushes, “Yu-yeah, we are. I mean we don’t have anyone else to join us,” as Hannah claps her hands, “Perfect then. Right,” walking in-between them with a cuddly hug, “then off we go to fill our bellies.”
“Su-sure,” Ellica says blushingly, smiling at the friendly affection. “Yeah, I wonder what’s on the menu…,” Jessie says smiling, accepting the loving embrace.
With warm smiles amongst them, the three get in line, checking the menu for what to eat. After deciding their order, they grab what they like via tray before finding a chill corner to eat.
Today; It’s chips and pizza, with salad and condiments.
Sitting down, Hannah listens in to Jessie’s and Ellica’s conversation apparently about the book she’s reading that had just become a TV series.
Wanting to join in on the fun, she begins to think of what to joke about as it continues.
“So, Elli, I saw that fantasy story you told me about,” Jessie banters, eating a fork full of chips.
“Oh, the one with the Bro-man legion of 5 thousand men defending their home from the Pohman armies?” Ellica asks, eating a good forkful of veggies.
Overhearing the chatter, Hannah then chuckles briefly, trying to hide her laughter at the stupidity of the names, eating her pizza to hide her chuckle as she listens in more intently at the conversation.
She was enjoying it. Very much.
Jessie continues, “Yeah, cause the outfits really inspired me to draw some capes to my dress before realising it didn’t fit the style.”
After gulping down some chips, Hannah ponders at the similarity of the names, ‘Wait, Bro-man? Capes? What the-’ Then, as if on queue, she realises what they were talking about as a flood of images poured into her mind; the Roman legions, ‘Oh..., that’s what she’s talking about. Hehe, I have an idea.’
Hannah smirks at the idea, as Ellica and Jessie chatted away. Ellica says, “Oh I see. Well, the story really drew me in because the part with the leader was so heart-warming with his wife ‘Khockan Buht’,” explaining why she got into the story.
But... haha. Just like the wife's name, Buht. Oh, sorry...
Ahem, well Hannah chokes again on the food, holding back her laughter after hearing the innuendo. She regains attention and focus, interested in joining in.
“Ah yeah, that scene made me tear up with sadness,” Jessie adds expressively, tearing up. Contrastingly, Hannah thinks, ‘More like laughter for me,’ smiling at the hilarity of this conversation.
“But the emperor’s outfit really got me invested. I mean the design was crazily detailed and stylish,” Jessie explains with stary eyes, as images of the emperor in his clothing fills her mind.
“Yeah, I wonder how he ate without getting it dirty,” Ellica ponders, wondering about the mannerisms of the emperor to ensure that the clothing was kept clean.
As the chat continues, Hannah decides to joke about the TV show as an idea pops in her head.
Hannah interjects, “Well, he probably ate like this,” as she lifts a chip up above her head in hand, assumingly pretending to be the emperor from the show, putting on a sarcastically posh and superior tone, “Oh, how wondrous of a delectable this consumable chip of holiness is to digest, Nom!”
“Uh, hehehe,” Ellica giggles, laughing at Hannah's usual silliness. Jessie laughs along, “Hahahaha, I don’t think he’d eat or even sound like that when he dined, Hannah.”
Seeing that it's worth continuing, Hannah lifts up a small slice of pizza, “Well, this delightful slice of juicy pizza is too nom-nom-nom nom-aly tasty to leave alone.”
Both girls laugh at Hannah's funny interpretation of the emperor as they continue eating their dinner, as Hannah entertains them for a while longer as the mockery emperor until lunch ends.

After lunch time passes, for Misha's point of view, she has enjoyed lunch time with Chloe, teasing her cutely like before, skip-walking to her next lesson for the afternoon.
Now, it's fourth period, which begins as Misha taps her finger on the table in the art club pondering what to do, where she then stares out the window overlooking a section of the sports field for a moment, when inspiration clicks in her mind.
Knowing how to get out of the classroom with total acceptance, Misha raises her hand, cutely tilting her head where she asks in an adorable tone, “President, can I go draw outside please.”
The art president responds, blushing with an expression of warmth of Misha’s cuteness, “Oh, for what reason Misha?”
Cheekily smiling, Misha answers, “Landscape perspective, the sports field and the surrounding building and trees would serve as great reference material.”
The president nods, giving in to her overwhelming cuteness, “Very well, but be back here before the bell rings.”
Misha states enthusiastically, “Yes president.”
With an excited and passionate momentum, Misha grabs her A3 sketchbook along with various pencils as she speeds out of the art club and down the stairs towards the sports field.
Stepping outside, she takes in the scenery as ideas after ideas begin to flood her mind, making her way to one of the side benches. After a little while, she spots out of the corner of her eye both Chisa and Lenna competing against one another.
Realising it, Misha comments to herself, “The 2 from P.E?” Her eyes widen as a new idea presents itself, “Perfect, they can serve as models to work with the scenery.”
Brimming with giddy excitement, she begins.

Meanwhile, both Chisa and Lenna are taking turns against each other whilst noting down their recorded times from the stopwatch.
“I have you now Chisa,” Lenna boldly states, taking a starting position, “soon both you and this school will bear witness to my athletic ability!”
With an unbothered expression, Chisa casually replies, “Yeah-yeah-yeah, and you shall become number 1, put that statement to the test and beat my record… if you can… Miss number 2,” she glances over, winking at Lenna.
Lenna, becoming agitated from the comment, grits her teeth and prepares to set the time record of her sporting career.
3…2…1…GO!
Chisa clicks the timer button on her stop watch as Lenna bolts from the starting line, 5 metres, 10, metres, 25 metres flash by Lenna as she focuses on the finishing before across from her right, Misha bursts around the corner full of life.
‘HUH!!! Where did she come from?’ Lenna asks herself distracted, which causes Lenna to clip the heel of her left foot sending her comically tumbling down in the dirt. Chisa stares in complete shock as she tumble rolls and surfs on her belly across the ground to a well-timed stop of the stop watch.
“Eh…eeeeh!! Eh…eh…,” Chisa mutters tentatively, approaching Lenna on the ground, asking caringly, “are you ok Lenna?”
Lenna sits up, only injured with a small graze to her knee, but angrily replies back full of life, “Do ‘I’ look OK to ‘you’!?”
Before Chisa can reply, she hears Misha calling out from behind her which distracts her focus, “Hey! Move over to the side a little.” Responding to the order, Chisa stands a bit to the side, “Great, perfect!” Misha says, thumbs upping Chisa as she sketches the angle whilst standing up briefly.
Chisa blinks at the randomness of Misha, as Lenna rubs her knee before noticing her, shouting, “Hey! Why is the midget from P.E here? Of ALL TIMES!!!”
Misha talks back in a mocking tone, “Was anyone asking your opinion…hear that?” Silence as the crickets chirp among the brush, “NO ONE! So shush that mouth of yours before your girlfriend gets depressed.”
Lenna blushes with anger as Misha takes a seat on the out-field benches and laps her sketchbook up onto her crossed leg, appearing to not care about Lenna's issue.
"Excuse me 'Bitch!!!'” Lenna exclaims loudly, standing up to then angrily stomp towards Misha in disgust at the abhorrent claim made, Chisa stepping in to stall and calm Lenna down before Misha then calls out to both of them.
"What do you think?" Misha asks, flipping her sketchbook around.
The sudden question cause Both Lenna and Chisa to pause and look at Misha’s drawing, which in turn Lenna calms down from her anger, Chisa breathing a sigh of relief as the two of them decide to take a seat beside Misha where she begins to show off her random doodle arts/serious art.
“You drew all of these?” Chisa asks suprised.
Nodding, “Mhm mhm, I draw anything that either comes to mind or I see out in public, so I asked my club president if I could draw the sports field and surrounding landscape,” Misha says with a gleeful smile.
Lenna asks, “Huh? Just like that?”
“Just like that,” Misha replies, focusing on her artbook with pencil in hand. “Well aren't you little miss lucky,” Lenna comments, which makes Misha giggle as she marks out the tree line onto the sketchbook, Lenna and Chisa watching on as the trees take form on the page.
Deciding to ask something lesson related, Misha asks, continuing to sketch, “I saw you two were racing against each other, extra practice?”
“Oh no no, the two of us are the best runners in the school and as you saw earlier,” Chisa answers, slightly chuckling at Misha's question.
Still annoyed from earlier, Lenna states, “If ‘you’ hadn’t shown up, I would have beaten her record and claimed number one.”
Mocking Lenna, Misha jokes, “N’aaaaaaw, did whittle ‘ol me make you lose the fwinal?”
This makes a vein begin to protrude out of Lenna’s forehead from the disrespect, before Misha realising that went too far. “Ok-ok, that was a little mean of me to say,” Misha apologetically says, lifting her head up from the sketch book to face Lenna. 

“I’m sorry Lenna…do you forgive me?” Misha apologises, unleashing overwhelming cuteness at Lenna.
Stunned in place like a deer in headlights, Lenna couldn't comprehend the sudden switch up that just took place, as she stares with blanked out eyes.
‘Eeeeehhh? This cannot be the same person, this loose tongued disrespectful first year can be…,’ Lenna thinks, eyes widening at the out-of-left-field change to Misha's attitude, ‘can be this cute!?!’
Misha leans a little forward, putting her sketchbook on her lap, “Well…,” clasping Lenna's hands gently together, “do you forgive me, Lenna?”
Lenna’s tomboyish rough charm couldn't handle the cuteness from Misha, as she folds her arms and looks away with closed eyes before responding in a defeated tone, “V-very well, I accept your apology.”
Happy chuckling, Misha says, “Gee, took you long enough to say it, number two.”
“EXCUSE ME BIT-!!!” Lenna breaks, forgetting the cuteness from Misha as being genuine, Chisa mediating, “Oi oi oi… well she technically isn’t wrong, but still that was a bit rude.”
“DON’T TAKE HER SIDE DAMMIT!” Lenna yells, clearing her throat, “Besides, that is only temporary, soon I will be number one and I will be the one chosen to represent the school and then the country.”
“And what about you Chisa?” Misha asks, ignoring Lenna's declaration.
“Me? Same as her pretty much; I want to win on both a national and international level,” Chisa proclaims calmly yet confidently.
Misha then continues the drawing, sketching the trees, field, benches and racing lines along with 2 stick figures on the race track.
“That’s really impressive,” Chisa comments, looking up to the field then back to the sketch book, “how you manage to capture the detail?”
Moving on, Lenna asks, “How long have you been drawing Misha?”
Misha ponders aloud, “Hmm... since as long as I could hold a pencil, I want to be a mangaka or an animator, have my own animation studio known around the world.”
Nodding in agreement, Chisa says, “With how your current piece is looking, you could definitely make some money.”
“No kidding,” Lenna agrees. Misha happily giggles, “Oh you guys stop,” adopting the cute switchup again, “you’ll make me blush.”

“Overpowered!!!” Chisa and Lenna think together, as the cuteness blasts them like a super fan.

Misha bursts out laughing at the girls’ reaction, to which all three begin to laugh together before Lenna abruptly asks, remembering something the first time she met Misha, “Who was that random first year girl with the ponytail during P.E this morning?”
“Hmm?” Misha asks briefly, as she continues to sketch. Chisa asks also, “The girl with the green hair, friend of yours?”
Realising it's a good time to pause, Misha replies with a gentle smile, putting her pencil on the pad, “Oh her! Yeah that’s my childhood and best friend Hannah.”
Lenna ponders, “Childhood friends,” as she thinks for a moment in silence about such a thing.
“Yup, and together with my art and her writing skills, our studio will be open in no time,” Misha confidently states in a passionate tone.
Lenna's thinks, ‘I never had any friends growing up, it must be nice to know someone for that long and have that kind of friendship growing up… unlike me who was alone and who nobody wanted to hang around with,’ but Misha's fourth wall sense kicks in as she hears Lenna’s monologue.
Sighing, Misha says, “I wish didn’t have fourth wall breaking powers, because that’s depressing as fuck…”
Lenna looks at Misha with a blank stare of confusion, as Misha continues to sketch.
Lenna and Chisa decide to wave goodbye to Misha, to return to running the track for a little longer, as clubroom comes to an end.
Misha heads back as she waves goodbye to Chisa and Lenna, who do the same, for form room.

Right back to the beginning of their Chosen subject that afternoon, from Hannah's point of view, she again asks Monica, the Literature President, to leave the clubroom for inspiration.
Monica replies with an ‘Of-course’, as Hannah heads out to go to Jessie’s club, the Fashion club room, to see if she wants help.
Or more like to tease her. As per usual.
Anyways, Hannah peeks in, seeing that Jennifer has left with her two underlings after conversing with Jessie, waiting for them to leave to then enter in.
She approaches Jessie secretly as Jessie sighs, “Jennifer really knows how to stress me out- Eeeeeeek?!”
It was two hands from behind wrapping around her from nowhere. Well, it was Hannah giving her a hug with a cheeky “Heyya.”
Hannah pokes Jessie’s cheeks as Jessie turns around, pouting, “Mmm!!! Hannah! You scared me,” bonking Hannah's shoulders out of shock.
“Eh… What do ya mean? I’m no spooky ghost,” Hannah giggles, as Jessie replies, “But you did approach me like one!”
Jessie turns her head away blushing, as Hannah scratches her head with a little guilt, “Hehe. Guess I need to work on my presence then.”
With a sigh, Jessie states, “No, your presence is pretty big here. Anyways, you said you wanted to help?”
Hannah looks around, seeing what she could do, “Yeah, I’m free to help out.”
“What about Literature? Ellica?” Jessie asks with a caring tone. Hannah hand gestures for no worry, “Oh, it’s fine. Elli’s busy and I didn’t want to disturb her, since I get ideas from the world around me more than sitting in a boring room all day.”
With a warm smile, Jessie says, “Ah, I see. Very commendable.” As Hannah looks at the dress, Jessie thinks, ‘Especially since she left Ellica alone instead of groping her. Not like Hannah, but then again, probably puberty.’
“Aww, thank you,” Hannah smiles affectionately.
“Well, I do have this dress that I finally finished from last time,” Jessie says, revealing her latest design, showing a slender-shaped flower-patterned dress, detailed like a royal formal dress. Hannah stares in awe at the amazing work, before funny ideas come flooding in of stupid poses to see Jessie’s reaction to them.

Oh Hannah...

Anyways, Jessie says questioning, “I think it’s in your measurements, but I don’t know exactly until you put it on.”
Hannah gasps, “You know… my sizes?” Pretending to blush and cover herself, like as if she got caught doing something perverted naked.
Jessie blushes to Hannah’s reaction, “I don’t! And why did you react like your mum caught you touching yourself?!”
Still pretending to blush, Hannah says jokingly sarcastically, “Cause, I might feel like I won’t be able to get married after this.”
Pouting, Jessie reacts disappointingly, “You’ll be fine since we’re girls first of all! And secondly… what kind of out-of-character reaction are you pulling out of your ass?!”
“My comedy routine, for the episode,” Hannah jokes, ending the skit.
“What the hell are you spouting?” Jessie says bluntly with a tone of light-heartedness.
Hannah and Jessie giggle to each other before Hannah gets undressed.
After slipping into the outfit, Hannah cheekily hip-bounces as Jessie tries to pull up the zip on the dress around her waist, making Jessie light-heartedly angrily slap Hannah’s butt to make her stop, which makes Hannah respond with a cheeky moan to get Jessie reacting flustered. It works, as she pokes Hannah’s face cheek to which she pokes out her tongue out and winks in response.
Jessie shakes her head out of silliness with a smile, before Hannah checks herself in the prepared mirror, twirling around.
Then, Hannah grins as she decides to begin the comedy skits. “Okay, that…,” Jessie says as she looks on with amazement to the dress looking so beautiful on Hannah, “looks incredible. I’m… I’m amazed at myself.”
“You think? I too think it’s amazing,” Hannah comments, swirling around.
“You… you do?” Jessie asks excitingly for some more praise, as Hannah replies, “Yeah, since…” grabbing a nearby prop fan, putting on a Victorian queen accent, “it makes me look absolutely abba-marvelous.”
Jessie stares with a few blinks of surprise shock, before she chuckles, “Pfft!”
“I’m sure, the masses will marvel at my eccentric, boobalicious figure with poopy-pomperous envy,” Hannah expresses, bouncing her chest in the dress still in the Victorian queen  accent.
Jessie laughs aloud, “Hahahahaha! What kind of accent is that? And I’m sure a fantasy woman of high-class heritage would not say ‘Poopy-pomerous’.”
Playing along, Hannah breaks character, saying, “Ooo… how about…,” before putting on a silly bougie British accent, “Oohh… I look totally spiffing, my dear maiderette. Do please bring me a fresh cup of earl grey to quench my oopa-doopa thrist.”
Crying with laughter, Jessie laughs, “Hahahahaha! Stop the ridiculous quotes! You’re making my sides hurt. ‘Oopa doopa?! Who the hell says that?’”
“Hehe,” Hannah jokes as she changes to an Indian accent, “I do say, my dear mini-bini gentleman, I like your oki-doki idea but now’s the time for some single-mingle time. Please do come again!”
Jessie dies of laughter, rolling on the floor, as Hannah sillily poses until they both rest from the hilarious skit.
With a smile to each other, the two return to what Hannah had come for for the majority of the lesson. Jessie checks the dress’s comfort and manoeuvrability, asking Hannah to walk around the classroom to check to see if it’s comfortable to walk with.
Hannah says yes to all questions, like ‘is it comfortable?’, ‘Is it easy to walk in?’ and so on, and then is asked to return back into school uniform so Jessie can put the final dress onto the mannequin for display.
“Call me again to wear another dress of yours,” Hannah says as she begins walking to leave the classroom, throwing up a peace sign with a happy grin, “I’ll be happy to oblige.”
“Will do,” Jessie warmly smiles, giving Hannah a hug before waving goodbye.
Hannah leaves the classroom, waving as she says, “Hehe, chat later.”
Jessie walks back to her dress with a huge smile, both girls feeling warm and happy as Hannah returns back to the Literature club, hugging Ellica as the two converse for the rest of the lesson.

Now, the duo, Hannah and Misha, wait for the bell to ring after rollcall had ended, saying goodbye to Ellica and Jessie as they head home first, stating that they need to get home early, waving goodbye.
Then, as the girls dispersed from their form rooms, Hannah decides to ask Misha about her Chosen subject.
“Yoho, thiccy-chan; how was clubroom activities for ya?” Hannah teasingly asks, nudging Misha. "About as thick as those pumped up dairy cannons of yours," Misha pouts as she pokes Hannah with her finger.
“Ah. Hopefully they do grow up to H-Cup. Holy-Moly size,” Hannah jokes, bouncing her chest in her palms.
Misha sighs, “Anyways, I got to go outside and sketch the field, but I bumped into those two girls from P.E again.”
As flashes of the two sports girls appear in Hannah's mind, she replies, “Ah yeah, I noticed that… did you have to make the short-haired girl that mad?”
Hannah pokes Misha's cheek, as she swats Hannah’s hand away, “Personally I think she was jealous that Chisa paid more attention to me then her.”
“Oh, I see… getting involved with a possible yuri-yuri sideshow?” Hannah teases again, nudging Misha's waist with her elbow.
Misha says, “Whilst that would be nice, all I got from Lenna was a depressive thought.”
Fourth wall breaking, Hannah whips out the script, “Ah, yeah. I did read that on line 42 of the script… anyways,” tossing the script aside, “what happened afterwards?”
“Got over it and had some more giggles and laughter," Misha explains, before asking, "what about your club experience today?” 
Hannah responds with a warm smile, “Oh, just helped Jessie out with her dress for the final testing. Though, I did enjoy some laughs myself with a few skits as I wore it for her.”
Misha raises an eyebrow, “And what about what’s her face, the snobby bint with tweedle-bitch and tweedle-skank?”
Knowing who Misha was referencing, Hannah responds casually, “Oh, those three… they left like before. Hmm… don’t know what happened before and afterwards, cause I was just enjoying my time with Jessie.”
Misha sighs with relief, “I can’t argue with that,” as she gently smiles, “as was me when I saw Chisa. I'm happy I got to spend time with them.”
Hannah lightly blushes at the cuteness, “Aww, that’s what I like to hear. Hehe,” smiling back at the wholesomeness filling the air as they walk into the school front yard.
The two banter about other things as they then leave school, both separating after a little hug goodbye as they head home.

The two go to bed, especially Misha, with a big smile of a satisfactory day at school.
Well, it's the weekend, so it's also why the girls sleep with a smile. I mean, who wouldn't?
In any case, the girls sleep in harmony, as I; the narrator, end the chapter with absolute gratitu-
"Shut up! End already!!!!" Misha shouts at me...
Okay. Fine.
Chapter end.