Even the Doubleshot
Energy & Cinnamon Dolce couldn't keep her awake. Sara allowed
herself to succumb to dreams of happy chaos as her face relished the
supple leather of the backseat, her perfect hair shielding the light
from her face. Katrina sat on the other side, her green eyes glued to
the widescreen hovering over her wrist and the limo bounced down the
swollen highway.
Silence typically
occupied their mobile office. It had been an unsung rule between them
ever since they went to elementary school together. Mornings were quiet,
afternoons exciting... at least that's how they used to be.
Katrina looked up at her
sister, an older, taller version of her, with the same green eyes,
auburn hair and narrow waist. Even when exhausted, she looked ready to
go on a date. Then again, everyday felt like dating a time bomb. A
duffel bag was clutched in her arms like a big Barbie doll, dwarfing her
slim arms in her grasp. The Snapout! article about pencil skirts'
comeback didn't seem so enticing anymore. Her eyes flickered through
group texts, Snapchat and Oodles before settling on media more
intellectual and meaningful.
Katrina shut off the
holographic screen on her wrist and put in her head-buds. The warmth of
her ears triggered the playlist to enter her ears via silvertooth. She
turned to face the world outside and listened to an introductory clip of
"Wind it Up" by Rob Thomas before transitioning to the smoothly
intellectual voice of Carl Walker, also known as the Ballroom
Philosopher...
"Welcome to the freshest
episode yet. Hope you all are doing awesomely today. Sky seems like
it's pissed off about something... I just don't know what. All I know is
that I saw the North Star this morning, so I know something is going to
go well today.
"Y'know, I was talking to a bunch of friends last night and we came up with a very interesting thing about us. About humans...
We bunch together like
schools of fish, each to their own group. I know I talked a lot about
being ourselves and making others accept us for who we are. But there's
also a very interesting about fish. They tend to swim together in very
tight knit groups, like without any elbow room, well that would be if
they had elbows.
"Anyway, scientists have
proven that this is a defense mechanism embedded in every ichthyoid.
They stay together to survive. To not die, y'know? So if we are so much
more advanced than fish, why don't we do that?
I mean, fish are
primitive species, don't get me wrong, but it would seem
counter-evolutionary to go off in our own ways, to purposely be
different just to express yourself when it isn't good for survival.
Maybe we should be a part of society just until we could do something
different..."
The limousine turned off
of the highway. The only path standing between them and Sally Ride
Institution private school was a straight line and twenty buses
attempting to squeeze into one narrow valet spot.
"...Then there's the
salmon, who's main challenge is swimming upstream. If it doesn't, it
dies with no legacy of baby salmon living on its name. So the only way
to make a legacy is to go with the flow until the time comes to jump the
stream. That time is up to you all. Think about it. See you tomorrow,
beloved audience. Always think out loud and wind it up..."
Even after 20 episodes, he still didn't explain what he meant when he said "wind it up".
Maybe it's a college
thing, she thought as she gave one swift nudge to Sara's leg to give her
time to wake up and fix her hair. They would kiss each other on the
cheek and leave from different doors, each waiting for the day to end
for a different reason.
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