Amy Rose
"Look what I've got," I tell Sally and Mina as we speed through the streets of Brooklyn. I lift up a piece of folded origami from my lilac duffel bag. Mina asks me, "What is that?" "It's a cootie catcher," I answer. "It catches cooties - contagious bugs that come from boys and make you itch all over!" Sally shakes her head. She corrects, "You're thinking of head lice, hun. The cooties you speak of actually make you swell up like a balloon. You're right. Cooties are contagious, so everyone will be inflated in a week by someone who has them!" "Let's see what this cootie-catcher can do!" I yell. "Pick a number," I tell Sally. She looks at the numbers on the cootie catcher, and picks 1. "One," I state. I open and close the cootie catcher one time. "Pick any number inside," I say to Sally. "Five," she exclaims. I open and close the cootie catcher 5 times. I excitedly say, "Now, pick a number, and I'll open the flap!" "Uhh...nine," Sally mumbles. I open up the flap that says "9". "Your passion in life will serve you well," I proclaim. "So," Sally asks, "poetry will serve me well?" "Yep," I respond, "you'll write new songs." Mina gets our food from the little table in front of our seats (and behind Fiona's seat). "Delivered from Arby's!" we holler. We eat the food.
Fiona Fox
I hear Amy using her fortune teller, and I smile every time she calls it a cootie catcher. She'll give up on cooties soon. "Oh man!" I yell from the driver's seat. "Your fans!" Everyone is chanting "Amy, Sally, and Mina!" They scream happily, whoop, cheer, clap, and are waving flags and banners that have "Amy, Sally, and Mina" written on them. The same young hedgehog from the Arby's we went to is spinning around, clapping in a weird way, jumping, and doing other things. She starts singing "The Life of Me" and "Tails" - two old songs Amy, Sally, and Mina sang, circa 2009. Mina calls from her seat, "Do I hear 'The Life of Me'?" I nod my head. Mina, Sally, and Amy open up their window and start singing "Sonic! Sonic! Doing his Unleashed! It breaks me into pieces when he sneezes on his glove - doing his Unleashed!" I start smiling. "Hi Tails! You're not Sonic! No shoes, no gloves, oh no." I sway to the girls' singing, as do the fans. We start driving again.
