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Small clacks could be heard over the normal shenanigans happening in halls of Spooky High. These sounds could only mean one possible thing; Miranda was on a mission.
This particular mission lead her to pursuing after Jackson, reaching out a small pink hand to grasp firmly on the sleeve of his jacket from behind. The mermaid’s brows were knitted together; her expression quite serious for approaching a classmate in the halls.
“I need your help.” Miranda sounded a bit desperate, still grasping at Jackson’s sleeve as she looked up at him. “I’ve been reading these magazines” sure enough, in her other hand she gripped multiple girl magazines firmly, “and I believe I have been missing out on an important part of being a girl in high school.”
Miranda looked around carefully before leaning in close to Jackson’s face, even going up on her toes in order to make up for the foot worth of height difference. “I have heard you are an expert in these things called ‘romcoms’. Can you teach me about them?”