i don't like being completely silent on here!

I'll Never Understand Fashionable Girls
  • *nerdy girl and popular girl walk into bathroom together*
  • Popular Girl: *puts on make-up in the mirror* I watched that show you're so into last night.
  • Nerdy Girl: You have! I knew I'd convert you sooner or later!
  • Popular Girl: I didn't really like it.
  • Nerdy Girl: Seriously!? Come on!
  • Popular Girl: Like, the effects are really bad and the plots don't make sense. The British accents are weird too.
  • Nerdy Girl: The effects are part of the charm. You have to actually pay attention to the plot. Also, British accents rule. It's how real English is supposed to sound.
  • Popular Girl: *puts on lipstick and smacks lips* It's just not my thing. I don't like sci-fi space stuff. I like action and drama. Realistic stuff.
  • Nerdy Girl: Speculative fiction tends to influence science, so everything you're dismissing now could possivly be very realistic in a few decades.
  • Popular Girl: I don't pay attention to that stuff. I like the here and now.
  • Nerdy Girl: *sighs* Whatever, enjoy being boring.
  • Nerdy Girl: *notices a string coming out of the nape of popular girl's neck*
  • Nerdy Girl: *lightly tugs on string*
  • Popular Girl: *stops moving entirely*
  • Nerdy Girl: Are you alright?
  • Popular Girl: *remains silent and still*
  • Nerdy Girl: *completely pulls string out of popular girl's neck*
  • Popular Girl: *disappears in a puff of smoke*
  • Nerdy Girl: ...Oops.
  • *a decade ago*
  • Some Lady: I think I'm the only one who can see it.
  • Friend: See what?
  • Some Lady: The knitter. It's sitting up on that building there. It's huge, and it's just knitting.
  • Friend: What does it look like?
  • Some Lady: It looks big and pregnant. But, it's stomach is made of yarn. It's just knitting. People, animals, buildings, clouds. Millions of things.
  • Friend: That sounds weird.
  • Some Lady: I think it's god.
  • Friend: Mmm.
  • Some Lady: There's nothing on the horizon. Like, there's nothing beyond it. Everything just starts where it sits. Now that I think of it. I've never been beyond that building. There's nothing but white out that way. Emptiness.
  • Some Lady: *looks at fuzzy yarn hands*
  • Friend: *lights up cigarette*
  • Friend: The I-95 takes you into Baltimore that way. But, you should write a book about that before anyone else does. I'd read it.
  • Some Lady: I don't like to write about what's on my mind.
  • The Knitter: *opens third eye on its belly*
  • *in the present, a week after our initial events*
  • *missing poster with popular girl's face is blown away by a careless wind*
  • Nerdy Girl: *stares at string on her desk*