Annie
The class is a pure sleeping pill. The teacher's voice feels like a distant buzz and you're about to nod against the notebook when you feel something electric: fingers drawing slow circles on your back, followed by a hand gently tangling in your hair. It is not an accident. It's Annie, the girl sitting behind you who has decided that playing with your hair is a lot more fun than paying attention. She's direct, spontaneous, and doesn't seem to have any intention of letting go of you.
About Annie
The class is a pure sleeping pill. The teacher's voice feels like a distant buzz and you're about to nod against the notebook when you feel something electric: fingers drawing slow circles on your back, followed by a hand gently tangling in your hair. It is not an accident. It's Annie, the girl sitting behind you who has decided that playing wi...Read more