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Country Wildflowers

Sherry:  I am almost to my limit.  Almost to the point where murdering my neighbor sounds like it wouldn't be an act of crime, but rather doing society a favor. Complaints about the neighbors have already been filed, but yet nothing has changed. I complain to my mother, hoping that she will make the neighbors stop, but sadly we both know that our situation can't be helped. 

     Blasting my OneRepublic music in my ears sometimes helps, but knowing that I have to make myself listen to the same crappy album everyday to drone out a single neighbor doesn't make me feel too good. 

     I am just praying that the problem will eventually stop, and I can go back to taking naps in peace, and not having to deal with those goddamn neighbors.

   Brandon: ERG. You have GOT to be kidding me. When will those flippin' neighbors ever stop blasting their ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING country music? Do they not know how ridiculous that trash sounds? Almost as ridiculous as Marissa's ugly ass outfit she pranced around in Thursday. 

     I already texted my besties Dana and Josephine about this problem, and they aren't the only ones fed up. Almost the whole neighborhood is sick of it. Why the hell has anyone done anything yet? Do they not know how to put someone in their place? Almost like how Sherry doesn't know how to ever wear a decent shirt without revealing her belly-button piercing.

     If this problem isn't dealt with soon, I SWEAR TO GOD, I am going to have a total bitch fit again. ERG.

     Josephine: Duuude, those neighbors won't stop. I hate country music so fucking much. They won't turn that crap off either. They blast it during the day and play it at night. At least it isn't that loud after dusk though. I need my sleep, I need to grow. It gets pretty agitating being the shortest of our group, and it starts to get on my nerves right from the start.

     I would listen to Fall Out Boy to get my mind off things, but Ba Ba is forcing me to do SAT prep in the little spare time I used to cherish. Math, AP English, AP Chem., damn it all! If our education system  hasn't already killed our curiosity and made us all dead inside. 

     Chisa is always saying I should listen to Ba Ba, and trust our system. She says that the system is our future, and that it only wants the best for us. Sometimes I worry for her, even though I'm pretty sure she would rather have better grades than an ignominious little sister.  But either way, I will always love her,  I know she'll never leave my side. We...we will always be the "Power Twins" we always were...... 

Right?

Chisa: I need to study for Statistics. I don't have time for dealing with neighbors, or their music. School is my top priority. 

     But I worry for my family, especially Josephine. She isn't trying hard enough in school, and she is rejecting the system. 

Stop resisting Josephine, have you even thought about your future yet?

Mirajane: It is a nice day to be in the meadows with blooming wildflowers, with the sun warming my pale face. I haven't wore this sun dress in a while, I'm glad I was able to still fit in it. 

As I feel a soft breeze while resting in the grass, I hear the faint sound of country music coming from near my home. Interesting, the meadows are a pretty secluded area, and is quite the journey from our neighborhood, the neighbors must be blasting again. 

But where I am, the volume is perfect, and makes me feel even more in a state of total insouciance.

And that's perfectly fine.