Public: MK against the world.
As she glanced around her new room inside 69 Likescock Drive, MK smiled to herself. A nice place to live, a beautiful town and two wonderful new roommates. What more could a girl ask for? Taking a seat on her bed (complete with handmade Daniel Radcliffe pillow cases) she sighed softly. Sure. Everything was turning out great. Better than she could have asked for, really. But there was one thing... one thing that she wanted - nay - needed as though her life depended on it. The Simple Plan song that she had been listening to moments before faded into the background as she fiddled with the badge she was wearing. Shiny, small, and reading "VOTE MK" it embodied everything that she had been working toward this past week. Mayor, mayor, mayor the lyrics of Simple Plan seemed to be screaming. MK? It's you against the world... it's me against the world... I'm gonna prove them wrong!
Damnit! She jumped to her feet, fists clenched. Hell no! She wasn't gonna take no crap from no one. She'd go out there. She'd shake hands, kiss babies - maybe even visit a church or two. She'd meet the citizens. She'd answer questions. She... she.... she was MK damnit, and if that didn't count, then nothing did. Marching out to her front lawn, she slammed a sign into the soft earth. A small poster was attached to the wooden picket.
"Subliminal messages, hell yeah!" MK thought.
Damnit! She jumped to her feet, fists clenched. Hell no! She wasn't gonna take no crap from no one. She'd go out there. She'd shake hands, kiss babies - maybe even visit a church or two. She'd meet the citizens. She'd answer questions. She... she.... she was MK damnit, and if that didn't count, then nothing did. Marching out to her front lawn, she slammed a sign into the soft earth. A small poster was attached to the wooden picket.
"Subliminal messages, hell yeah!" MK thought.