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"I mean, who has orientation in the first week of June?" Rachel complained as she and Mirren laid in Rachel's sofa.

"Goode, obviously." Mirren replied, braiding her hair eventhough it was fairly short, about shoulder length.

"Anyways, it's only May. Let's do something fun or illegal!"

Rachel raised her eyebrows on he best friend's suggestion.

"We are not doing anything illegal!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Live a little, would you."

"How am I gonna live if I'm spending the rest of my teenage years in prison?"

The Dane girl twirls her braided hair. "Good point,"

Mirren brainstormed potential activities that they could possibly do in Queens. They could go shopping, Mirren thought. That idea was shut down the moment she tried to speak up, Rachel complained the last time they went to a shopping extravaganza. Mostly because Rachel only bought one thing, sneakers, yet she carried a lot of Mirren's item. Which, considering Mirren's motto on shopping was go big or go home, was a lot. Mirren doesn't even shop that much, but when she does, she shops like there's no tomorrow.

"Hm, how about we watch a movie?" Rachel suggested as she walks to the pile of DVD's that she owns.

"What do you - "

"I'm in the mood to cry, insert The Help." Mirren half - shouted.

Rachel inserted The Help to the DVD player and jumped back to the sofa before furrowing her eyebrows. "What about snacks? Nachos?"

"Yes please." Mirren said, her eyes glued to the tv screen.

"Don't wait up." Rachel said as she exited her room, which was larger than most fourteen year olds.

"You don't even have to say."

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After crying her eyes out watching The Help, Mirren reached for her iced tea, she was obsessed with iced tea (don't judge her), draining it.

"I can't believe racism exist, it's sick really. They say don't judge a book by it's cover yet they won't trust other races."

Mirren was half-white, from whoever her blasted father was. Her mother's parents came from South-East Asia to the U.S for further studies and decided it was best for them to stay there. Her mother decided she was to be an architect from a young age. Unfortunately, not a lot of people admired her works. So she swerved her career to being a designer. Another reason she left to be a designer was, her old career was where she met Mirren's father.

"Well," Rachel mourns. "I have to go, my dad has this thing that I have to go to."

"I don't understand what you just said, but bye!"

"Eager to get rid of me huh? I think I'm the one who says bye so, bye!"

Mirren laughed as she exited Rachel's room. She walked over to the Dare's elevator and pressed the first floor.

She skipped out of the building and bumped into an annoyed cheerleader.

"Watch where you, like, go." The cheerleader said. Her nametag displayed, Tammi.

"Um, sorry." Mirren avoided Tammi's gaze at her, as if she was sniffing her scent.

Tammi looked away with one last look at her before entering another building, a cafe.