Sally looked at her reflection in her locker mirror. As always, she looked good. As if there was any doubt. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Malik Jaffrey walk by.
Nom, Sally thought as she shut her locker and walked after him.
"Malik, right?" Sally called, trying to think of a good reason to talk to him. Not that she needed a good reason. She was Sally White, after all. Still a conversation started is never a bad thing.