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This new assignment or relocation or whatever it was, frankly, sucked.
Normally Sarah was not so pessimistic nor resorted to teenager-isms, but so far 2008 was looking to be a not-so-great year. It was no wonder, considering how she had gone about ringing in the new year -- getting into an argument with Chuck in a room full of other couples who were hopefully too busy kissing each other at midnight to take notice to what probably would have been a scene if anyone had been watching.
There was that and Bryce not being dead and then there was also the fact that every single day, ever since New Year's, she walked into the rec room, the jukebox started playing that Cake song.
Today was no different.
She'd only wanted to grab a book, any book, and head down to the beach to read before checking on Casey, who was supposed to be keeping an eye on Chuck. Sarah thought that, if she made it a quick trip, the jukebox wouldn't pick up on her presence but, of course, she was wrong.
The now-familiar trumpet blared and Sarah whirled, glaring at the jukebox. Then the bass line kicked in. Scowling, Sarah began to cross toward it.
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes--
Frustration mounting, Sarah pounded on the metal framing the glass counter on the machine. "Stop it!" she practically growled, but the machine kept on playing the song....
[Despite the carnage, or lack thereof, it's a good time to meet her!]
Normally Sarah was not so pessimistic nor resorted to teenager-isms, but so far 2008 was looking to be a not-so-great year. It was no wonder, considering how she had gone about ringing in the new year -- getting into an argument with Chuck in a room full of other couples who were hopefully too busy kissing each other at midnight to take notice to what probably would have been a scene if anyone had been watching.
There was that and Bryce not being dead and then there was also the fact that every single day, ever since New Year's, she walked into the rec room, the jukebox started playing that Cake song.
Today was no different.
She'd only wanted to grab a book, any book, and head down to the beach to read before checking on Casey, who was supposed to be keeping an eye on Chuck. Sarah thought that, if she made it a quick trip, the jukebox wouldn't pick up on her presence but, of course, she was wrong.
The now-familiar trumpet blared and Sarah whirled, glaring at the jukebox. Then the bass line kicked in. Scowling, Sarah began to cross toward it.
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes--
Frustration mounting, Sarah pounded on the metal framing the glass counter on the machine. "Stop it!" she practically growled, but the machine kept on playing the song....
[Despite the carnage, or lack thereof, it's a good time to meet her!]