Angel Lee Lewis kicked the old Cocoa-Cola can at her feet. Her best friend Kyiera (kearuh) Smith sighed. "Ange (pronounced Ain (as in pain) gh (as in jump)) what's wrong?" "Oh, nothing Key."
The black teenager squinted at her white companion's face, studying her expression. "Sweetie, I know that look. You're not catching good vibes are you?" Her best friend nodded her head. "Spill." "Alright, I'm so fed up with this town. It's so boring, I'm sick and tired of being the butt of the cheerleaders' jokes, and it's technically impossible to live out my dream here in Chicago…"
"And which dream would that be? You have thousands." "I wanna be on "LilyMu!" Kappa Mikey is SOOOOO cute!" "Sweetie, you end up on that show, I might as well declare myself the Queen O' England." Angel stared at her friend. "What?" Kyiera asked. "Um, anyways, I wonder what KM looks like without the mask?"
"Maybe they have him wear it for a reason!" Key snickered. Angel glared at her friend, then gave her a tiny push on the shoulder. Key pushed back, and soon they were shoving eachtoher back and forth, harder each time, until Angel slipped and landed in a puddle of water. "Ooooh, Key! Now I'm all wet!" Angel groaned. Kyiera laughed, and held out a hand to her friend. Kyiera then stared at the puddle.
"Hey, what's this?" she asked, grabbing a brightly colored piece of paper that was blowing towards the puzzle. She stared at it for a minute. "Ange, you GOTTA check this out!" The white girl grabbed the ticket. "Oh my gosh! It's a chance to win a role on "LilyMu!" It expires on November 10th 2007! Key, what day is it today?" "Um…October 17th 2006."
"Ooooh! I gotta scratch it off to see if I won! Key, gimme your nail!" The brunette said, grabbing Kyiera's thumb and rubbing the nail against the card. "Hey, girl watch it! I just got a manicure!" "Oh well, deal with it!" her friend snapped. After 2 minutes of intense scratching (and complaining, due to Kyiera.) the card was clear. "Oh my gosh, I'm goin' to meet my husband!" the 15'year-old cheered, jumping up and down, then twirling around in a circle. "Well, c'mon, let's go get your Mom to arrange our flight to Tokyo!"