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MADii MU3LL3R
just like candy
"Damnit, Riley, I said no! You can just barely drive, el stupido! What are you thinking?" A loud, unhappy voice rose from a redheaded girl. Her hair was currently pulled up into a scrunch on the back of her head, brown bunny hairclip barely containing the thick locks. Curls had escaped around her face, where they hung like a curved halo. "No! The final answer is no, Ri!" Apparently, she was having an intense argument with someone named.. Riley?
Yes. Riley was a sixteen year old blond who looked nothing like her older sister, Madison, and she had.. well, a big sister complex. She idolized the redhead and was constantly following her around.. and now that Madi had gone off to college, it wasn't quite possible anymore. So, where was the problem? Riley had called... demanding to be picked up and taken to college with Madi. She was sixteen, for crying out loud! Oh, the delusions of a blond. She chuckled slightly at the thought of the blond in the Elmo factory, where he says to give it 'test tickles'...
"No pleading will get you in! You have to graduate from high school. End of discussion!" She snapped the brown Chocolate closed, dropping it into her jacket pocket. Currently she wore a white jacket with little paint splatters all over with a brown camisole beneath, and a pair of jean capris. On her neck were about five different plastic necklaces; all small little beads of different colors. In her hair, the hairclip sparkled in the sun along with about five million black bobbypins. Socks, white with rainbow polkadots, were a little bit showing from her choice of foot apparel. Those shoes, Baby Phat flats, had white soles and a sandy yellow, brown, and touches of green plaid decorated the rest. A fake decorative buckle went across the toe.
The phone vibrated again and played a clip of 'New Soul' by Yael Naim, that song from the Mac Book Air commercial, but she ignored it. It was most likely her sister calling again.. And if there was one thing she didn't feel like dealing with right now, it was her sister. She was mad and unhappy and altogether just wanted to go throw her crap into the dorm and scoot the heck out of there. She wanted to go swimming, or at least do something productive. That didn't involve her sister and her cell phone.
She went up to her dorm - five - and plopped her things on the bed. So far, no sign of life in here... Good. She hoped no one else showed up! She flopped onto the bed and zipped open her large duffel bag, searching for... Aha!
Madi crowed her delight as she plucked out her HP photosmart, model 525, with 3x optical zoom, and slipped the small camera into her jacket pocket as well. She'd had to pack it up on the train ride she'd taken here, but now she could carry it wherever she wanted. She snapped a quick picture of the room - just so she didn't forget - and then danced away from the bed where she'd taken the angle of the shot from.
She opened the door and snatched yet another thing from her seemingly endless pockets - an MP3. iPods were more expensive, and besides, MP3s recorded.. Let's see the iPod do that! She slipped a single bud into her ear so that she could still hear other people if anyone attempted to talk to the redhead. Her shoes tapped a tune on the floor and she hummed as music blared in her left ear. As she slipped one of her hands into the pockets, the maybe thirty hairbands and scrunchies, combined with a few rubber bracelets with those cheesy sayings, made a whoosh sound. She grinned.
Madi had arrived, and damn, she would make it a good day..!
Back to the street where we b e g a n
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know
Yeah we're feeling so good
Picking up things we shouldn't read
It looks like the end of history as we know
It's just the end of the world
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