Amelia's flat shoes padded along after her taller friend, her blonde hair bouncing with every stride her legs took. She could hear strains of the conversation, becoming clearer and clearer the closer she neared the two brunettes. "Hmm. Not bad. Although there should be a comma there." She laughed quietly, lightly. Strange, maybe, considering it wasn't the cackle one would expect from a member of the meanest group in school. (The Bitchsquad, she had heard it described as once. It had honestly made her laugh before she had the girl in question's locker filled with water.)
"Well, sorry to tell you, hun, but there's something called writing papers on your own. Why don't you go try it?" Amelia sidled up to her friend as that little phrase was uttered. "Oh, but where's the fun in that? Especially when little miss enhanced memory can type one out in a flash. Though, maybe not now, right?" She smiled at her, a somewhat sweet smile that seemed entirely too menacing. "I'm sure you even had trouble thinking of that little gem of an... insult."