Cassie suddenly stands up and muses, “I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since the gu’ment enforced that stupid law.”
“Has it?” Becka replies absentmindedly. She still has twelve text messages to respond to, which doesn’t leave much attention for Cassie. Besides, it’s not everyday that Jerome asks her about what movies she likes. Maybe he’ll finally ask her out. At any rate, she’s heard enough of Cassie’s previous rants that she doesn’t expect to hear anything new in this one.
“Yeah, and I’ll be sixteen next month. That means I’ll have to put that stupid collar on! And you’re just a month after me.” Cassie starts to pace across the room, hands clenched into fists, and her long brown hair whips behind her as she about-faces within the tiny domain of her bedroom.
“It sucks, but what do you do? I hear you get used it to it after a while.” Becka pauses for a second, and then gushes quite cheerfully, “And you can always accessorize it! Have you see those little bells they have at Marlyne’s? They’re gorgeous!”
“Accessorize it?” Cassie practically screams at Becka, her voice taking on a shrill tone while she gestures angrily. “Are you even listening to yourself? In a few months you won’t even be able to talk like that without paying up! Besides, we’re not an’mals. I think it’s gross that people dress their collars up like they’re something to be proud of.”
Ugh. Becka thinks. I guess she’s not going to leave me alone on this. I suppose Jerome’ll have to wait a few more minutes. “Well, so what? What do you expect? It’s not like we have any choice in the matter. Why not make the best of it?”
Cassie stops her pacing and looks over. Her blue eyes look like steel in the fluorescent light. “I vote we rebel while we still can!” She takes a step closer and continues, ”Before they start taking certain words away too! I mean if they can do this to us, if we allow it, what’s next? And do you really want them listening in to everything you say?”
Becka leans back against the wall, her legs stretched across the bed, and lets out a deep sigh. “I know what you mean, but what do you propose we do? What can we do? We’re not even out of high school yet. Shouldn’t someone older, someone who knows what they’re doing, fix this?”
“That’s just it! It has to be us because we’re the only ones who can still talk freely about this sort of thing. They’re not list’ning in on us yet! And...” She trails off, hesitates for a few seconds, and then continues quietly, “Well, I’ve got an idea. It’s a bit wild, but I think we’ve got a good chance. You see, I’ve got a bunch of these banned crockpots...”
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Re: Prompt 3
Date: 2011-06-08 03:29 am (UTC)“Has it?” Becka replies absentmindedly. She still has twelve text messages to respond to, which doesn’t leave much attention for Cassie. Besides, it’s not everyday that Jerome asks her about what movies she likes. Maybe he’ll finally ask her out. At any rate, she’s heard enough of Cassie’s previous rants that she doesn’t expect to hear anything new in this one.
“Yeah, and I’ll be sixteen next month. That means I’ll have to put that stupid collar on! And you’re just a month after me.” Cassie starts to pace across the room, hands clenched into fists, and her long brown hair whips behind her as she about-faces within the tiny domain of her bedroom.
“It sucks, but what do you do? I hear you get used it to it after a while.” Becka pauses for a second, and then gushes quite cheerfully, “And you can always accessorize it! Have you see those little bells they have at Marlyne’s? They’re gorgeous!”
“Accessorize it?” Cassie practically screams at Becka, her voice taking on a shrill tone while she gestures angrily. “Are you even listening to yourself? In a few months you won’t even be able to talk like that without paying up! Besides, we’re not an’mals. I think it’s gross that people dress their collars up like they’re something to be proud of.”
Ugh. Becka thinks. I guess she’s not going to leave me alone on this. I suppose Jerome’ll have to wait a few more minutes. “Well, so what? What do you expect? It’s not like we have any choice in the matter. Why not make the best of it?”
Cassie stops her pacing and looks over. Her blue eyes look like steel in the fluorescent light. “I vote we rebel while we still can!” She takes a step closer and continues, ”Before they start taking certain words away too! I mean if they can do this to us, if we allow it, what’s next? And do you really want them listening in to everything you say?”
Becka leans back against the wall, her legs stretched across the bed, and lets out a deep sigh. “I know what you mean, but what do you propose we do? What can we do? We’re not even out of high school yet. Shouldn’t someone older, someone who knows what they’re doing, fix this?”
“That’s just it! It has to be us because we’re the only ones who can still talk freely about this sort of thing. They’re not list’ning in on us yet! And...” She trails off, hesitates for a few seconds, and then continues quietly, “Well, I’ve got an idea. It’s a bit wild, but I think we’ve got a good chance. You see, I’ve got a bunch of these banned crockpots...”