A/N: So you guys liked the story, so that's great, and I just wanted to answer a question for a loyal reviewer.
Libb23: I didn't want to make them sound TOO TOO educated, I mean, they'r not stupid or cavemen or anything, but they are teenagers, and I think we can agree that grammar is just too tiring some (most) of the time.
But yeah, love you guys, and please enjoy this next chapter!
"Hey, Barbie." greets Thalia.
"Heyo," I say, after thwacking her on the head with my granola bar. Her response is a roll of the eyes.
I raise my eyebrows. "Oh, not talk about the abomination of a Kardashian possibly becoming the First Lady? Or what about Donald Trump going out onto Main Street and shooting everyone just to make a point? Which is a theory of yours. Even though it's so bound to happen, because you can see the future." I say, teasing her.
"For once, I have nothing to say."
"Well, my heart just about stopped. What do you say to me?" I chide her.
"Shut up?" she mumbles, engrossed in whatever is on her phone.
"I bite, what is it?" I say.
"Um... Well, it's a text from my brother."
"Of the variety or the stinky cheese?" I ask her. she doesn't deal with her dad, too engrossed in politics to be one. He's a husband, politician, wealthy business man, and a boss with a temper. I've searched that list with a magnifying glass, and I still haven't found the word dad. Which makes me wonder why he's so active.
"Both. Interesting, but I don't want to taste it myself.
"Okay, I agree. We're almost there anyways." For our summer job, we decided to work at a community center. We have pool tomorrow, Thursday and Friday. "What do you have for today?"
"I have the Arts." She says, and she stares my gray orbs for longer than necessary. And that sucks, because I can't find it in me to look away from her shocking blue ones. Set in her sort of pale face, they're less electrifying than her brother, Jason's. She has short cut black hair, and has deviated from the norm, wearing cut-offs and a tank top.
"I have the Reading Center."
"Perfect for you, Barbie!" she says cheerily.
"I'm pretty sure Barbie doesn't read."
"Nope," she says, triumphant, "Mattel came out with a new set in which she is in fact reading, because they wanted to show that they were child-friendly, and believed in the growth of our county's young, and that they needed to hook them on a book, whether it's really or not."
"Do you have like, a freaking update schedule on your phone for Barbie Doll products?" I ask her, appalled.
"Only for more ammo against you." she assures me. We're at Spring Lake, the community center we work at, and we part ways. She heads of to the sheltered play ground, where they're most likely doing drama or dance today, and I head into the air-conditioned building, to the Kindergarten area.
A/N: Okay, sorry it's so short, but I needed advice. Do you guys want me to time-skip it to the first day of school, or do you want me to keep going through-out the week? Either way, the week will only be 1 chapter, 2 at most.