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Riley and Maya were observing an older girl.
"Look at that ninth-grade woman. She's putting on makeup. We're going to be ninth-grade women someday." Riley smiled.
"This thing goes to ninth grade?" Maya asked, shocked.
The girl began to use an eyelash curler.
"Why that?" Riley asked, confused.
"Brings out your eyes," Maya told her.
"Why would I want to take out my eyes?" Riley asked.
"She's not taking out her eyes," Maya told her.
The girl brought the eyelash curler close to her eyes.
"And I think she is." Riley pointed to the girl.
"It's an eyelash curler. It doesn't even hurt." The girl gave her the eyelash curler.
"I have eyelashes." Riley smiled and took the eyelash curler.
"Watch this," Maya told the girl.
"Ahh!" Riley yelled as she began to crush her eye with the eyelash curler.
"Anybody else would stop," Maya told her.
"Ahh!" Riley yelled as she didn't stop.
Elliot came to them and saw Riley.
"Open it," Elliot demanded.
"Thanks, El." Riley smiled as she opened the eyelash curler.
"Yeah, okay." Elliot nodded.
"Yeah, okay." Riley gave the eyelash curler to the girl, and the girl left.
"Ladies and Elliot." Farkle came to them.
"Farkle" They greeted.
"School dance. I'm gonna put you both down for dance numbers one through all of them. We will alternate. You and me, me and you. When you are not dancing with me, you may not dance with anyone else. You may sit and wait until you dance with me again." Farkle smiled.
"Yeah, none of this is happening," Maya told her.
"Oh. Well, then may I have one dance with each of you?" Farkle asked innocently.
"Sure." Riley smiled.
"Ha! That's all I wanted. You just got played by Farkle." Farkel smirked and left.
Elliot chuckled and shook his head.
"So, save me a dance, Maya?" Elliot asked, hopefully.
