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All three of us scooted out of the D.B. and got back in my car. "I cannot believe he banned you for something stupid like that--she deserved it!" Lizzie looked kinda upset. "We all know she deserved it, and what you did was way cool, but you should of controlled your temper and hit her outside or something." Gordo leaned up in his seat to get his word in. "Whatever...I just think I need to go on home, maybe we can all hit the mall tomorrow or something." I sat back and sighed, as I pulled into Lizzie's driveway. "Bye Randa!" Lizzie grabbed her purse and went into her house. "Later, Mir." Gordo said, tryin' to be all cool. Why can't they say my REAL name, MIRANDA? Oh well. That was the least of my worries. I pulled out of their driveway and went home. As soon as I got in the house, I ran upstairs. I looked on my bed, and there were some shoes I needed to return to shoe carnival. I decided to do it now. I got back in my car and went to the Shoe Carnival.
***
I went and returned the shoes, and then I noticed this resturant right
next door. I decided to go in and get some food. I sat down, and the waiter
came and took my order. But what was WEIRD about it was that his hair was
BLUE! I decided to comment on it by saying, "Man, I thought I was the only
person around here with a different color hair!" He chuckled at this and
replied, "No, If you feel like your lost, or different, we have this teen
help club for the lost and different that you might want to check out.
There are plenty of people like you and me there." "Ok, cool. What's the
address?" I got out a pen and a napkin. "1200 Maple Street. Tell them Jon
C sent you." He smiled. "Okay, well um...thank you!" I took a sip of my
strawberry flavored soda and then ordered my food. I ate then left. I decided
to go and check out this 'teen help club'.
***
I pulled into the help center, and got out. I slowly walked in, and I was
greeted by this girl, named Angela. "Hi, welcome to THCFLT, other wise
known as 'Teen Help Center for Lost Teens." She welcomed me in. I sat down
on a bench, as Angela went up to a podium. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet
a new member." She motioned me to come up. I got up slowly and shakily,
as all eyes were on me. I noticed 5 people with purple hair, a few with
blue, and 1 other girl with pink. This seemed like a place where people
would understand and accept me. Although it was a little creepy. I got
up to the podium, and Angela quietly whispered, "state your name." I tapped
the microphone, and said "Hi, my name is Miranda." Everyone answered back,
"Hi Miranda." I jumped back. I felt like I was in one of those 'alchohol
anonomous' things. I looked in the audience, searching for a familiar soul,
when I FINALLY saw someone. The girl from the Home Depot. Angela. Wait...her
name's Angela too! I decided to go up to Angela...from Home Depot. "Hey,
you work at Home Depot, right?" I tapped her shoulder. "Well, I did. I
had to quit." She half smiled back. "Oh. That sucks." I looked around.
"Yeah, I guess." She turned back around to talk to a girl with purple hair.
I walked around, looking for someone that looked kinda nice. Then Angela,
the owner walked up. "Hey, Miranda, would you like to do the ritual now?"
she asked me. "Umm...sure." I said. "Well, never mind, we're out of candles.
Maybe tomorrow." she walked away. I decided to leave. I'd come back tomorrow.
***
When I got home, I had totally forgotten that my parents had NO CLUE that
I had pink hair, and boy were they shocked. I walked in the door, sat on
the couch and watched some TV. My mom walked in, with a glass of milk and
some cookies and sat down next to me, not bothering to look up. "Hey Mom,
how's your day been going?" I asked. "Fine, just fine." She replied. "Cool."
I reached for the remote, and that's when my mom noticed. "Miranda Isabella
Sanchez what is that in your hair?" She stood up. "Umm...I dyed my hair,
don't you like it?" I, too, stood up. "Well honey, I LOVE IT!" She cried.
"Um, excuse me?" I was shocked. Was this my mother who watches the
History Channel? My mom who insists on eating pizza with a fork?
My
mom
who has never let me do anything out of the ordinary a day in my life while
she was watching? You bet it was. And she was being supportive of my new
look. Wow. She gave me a huge hug as I went back to my room.
When I got upstairs, I went to my computer. Lizzie, Gordo, and some other
people that aren't important to this story were on. I was immediatly invited
to a chat by Lizzie. I assumed Gordo would be there too.
RaNdApAnDa1: hey guys!
DiZzYLiZzIe: heyy randa!
GordMister: hi mir
RaNdApAnDa1: i need to make a new sn
DiZzYLiZzIe: y u say that?
RaNdApAnDa1: bcuz this one is boring.
GordMister: anyways...how'd your mom take it? ur hair, i mean.
RaNdApAnDa1: she took it fine, surprisingly.
DiZzYLiZzIe: really?? awsome--my mom would freak
GordMister: ditto
RaNdApAnDa1: well guys, i gotta jet. ciao for now!
DiZzYLiZzie: catcha on the flip side, randa
GordMister: Later, Mir.
I signed off and decided to check my e-mail. I had 2 messages. I opened the first one. It said:
Tired of having to shave with a razor, with the occasional cut? Want hairy-legged people to envy you? Want silky smooth legs? Then you should try Marie-Claire's One Minute Hair Removal. Not sold in stores! Click here to order now! Only $19.99! WHAT A BARGAIN!
What a load of crap, if you ask me. I opened the second. It was from
Lizzie. It said:
Want to know MORE about your friends? Take this quiz to find out stuff you may of never known.
Oh, what the heck. I'll take it.
~THE QUIZ~
1) What is your favorite color? pink
2) Favorite singer? Pink
3) Favorite Animal? Pink Flamingo
4) What is your hair color? pink
5) Eye Color? brown (wish they were
pink)
6) Favorite Ice Cream Flavor? pink bubblegum
7) Favorite TV show character? pink panther
this quiz is now complete. send this back to everyone you know, including
the person who sent it to you.
I then decided to turn off my computer and catch up on my reading. About half an hour later, the phone rang. It was Lizzie. Our conversation went something like this:
Lizzie: hey!
Me: hey
Lizzie: so...i just read your e-mail
survey thing
Me: yeah...what about it?
Lizzie: your answers were quite
interesting.
Me: really? how so?
Lizzie: well...since WHEN is your
favorite animal the pink flamingo? it's always been a dog!
Me: well, since a few days ago.
They are very amazing creatures.
Lizzie: I see. And I thought your
favorite ice cream flavor was just plain old vanilla.
Me: I can change my food choices,
can't I?
Lizzie: well...i guess. But i thought
you hated Pink...the singer, I mean.
Me: No, not at all. Her music really
reaches out to me.
Lizzie: oookkkay. Well, umm, I have
to go. See ya, Sanchez.
Me: Bye.
Ok, since when does Lizzie want to know every little new detail of my life? Isn't it ok that I can change my mind about things? This is America, after all? Hel-lo? Freedom of choice? Oh well, it's not that important. What's REALLY bothering me is that ritual thing tomorrow. What the heck did she mean, a ritual? Like...would I have to do something awkward or something? And what's with all the Angela's? Are ALL the girls named Angela? Maybe I should check it out with Jon tomorrow. Like, go back to the resturant. We'll see. But right now, I need to get some sleep. Final exams tomorrow. Oh, joy!
