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“Off all the people, I end up with HER!” Throwing the ball more angrily, she knocked over the cans again and again.
“Stop being so dramatic,” Erin stated, with a slight smirk on her face. It was hilarious to see the annoyance on Naia’s face. Normally Naia wouldn’t even second think about an assignment like that but she was just so incredibly annoyed to have been teamed up with Marisol Lister.
“I really don’t see what your problem with her is. Didn’t you guys used to be friends?”
Another hit, the cans fell to the ground rattling angrily. They weren’t really used to being knocked over so many times and their rattling suggested that they had been tempered with, to make sure they kept standing.
“Well… yeah… I mean we used to hang out,” Naia admitted, unhappy about it, while picking up one of the carnival-rifles. She shouldered the crooked thing as she aimed towards the target. “But she changed so much after the first couple of years. She’s all into this activist thing now, she barely had time to hang out with me and we just grew apart.” There had always been a part of her that was a tad sad about it. During the course of just one summer she lost a close friend to causes she couldn’t really understand. Erin rolled her eyes again.
“Don’t act like such a baby,” she said. “Just do the assignment, use that big brain of hers to score yourself a good grade and move on.” Naia couldn’t say that her friend didn’t have a fair point, Marisol did score the best grades in class after all. Her next exhalation of breath was therefore a sigh of acceptance as well as needed to steady the terrible fake gun. Another direct hit, another score. She was on a roll tonight, even despite her bad mood.
“And after you get that out of the way, use that aim for the team!”

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“Off all the people, I end up with HER!” Marisol was steaming. Her friends exchanged glances over their drinks. Where most other students had gone to the fair, they had decided to grab one more drink before diving into the world of blinking lights, loud music and bad-quality-snacks.
“Aren’t you exaggerating just a little bit there Sol?” Sarah knew that Naia had the most average grades of the class. The girl never seemed to work any harder than absolutely needed to pass a class, however this also resulted in her never failing and retaking a class. That was better than others she knew, who were high flyers in one course but crashed and burned in others. Marisol’s gaze told her different, the girl was shooting daggers at her at that moment. With a sigh Sarah brought up her hands as if to give up what could become an endless, and mostly pointless argument. “Easy there tiger, take a big breath okay? You’ll do this one assignment and if she really fucks up half way through I’m sure Mölln will totally allow you to switch partners or finish it on your own.” He wasn’t the most unreasonable professor they had. And he has zero patience with slackers, everyone knew that about him. It was what made him loved and hated at the same time.
Marisol growled while sipping her beer. It had always surprised her friends to see the young woman drink beer. Marisol was rather composed in everything she did, always considered her image, but when it came to drinks she wouldn’t touch wine of fancy cocktails with a ten foot pole. It was always beer, besides an occasional bourbon, cognac or whiskey. It fitted her in no way they had ever seen from her and Marisol knew this all too well, playing it as one of her strengths. She knew how to throw people off when it came to her and that was one of the things she used in the best possible way. It was what gave her the advantage in debates and in actions, you never knew what she would do.

“So what assignment do you guys have?” Charlie’s attempt to defuse the situation was so obvious Marisol rolled her eyes.
“I’m not even sure,” she said. “Naia said she’d pick up the envelope as I had to run to class.” For her actual masters this time. It was tough to combine her studies in archaeology while auditing in several journalism classes, but she hadn’t been able to do a minor while she did her bachelor’s in medicine. That combination of the studies opened a lot of doors for her however, even professors came to her for consultation if they found abnormalities in bone-material that might have a medical reason. It was a great outcome for her, and it gave her a great amount of possibilities for future careers as well as internship options.
“Okay I can’t stand it anymore!” Sarah slammed back her empty glass and got up. “Down the hatch with those drinks. It’s time to turn Sol’s frown upside down!”

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