"Dammit." I couldn't even open the door knob to my room and here I was trying to play it cool.
A girl about my age walked up to me, but unlike me with my dark auburn colored hair, she was a dirty blond with a sort of hazel eye color.
"Need help with that Einstein?" She asked mockingly. "You know, maybe you should've joined the ol' whitey tighties next door. Dumbasses."
I chuckled as she looked up and kind of smirked at me. "Didn't know stuff was so tight around here," I retorted. "Maybe I should've chose something that wouldn't make me look bad."
"Yeah well we all look bad. Fights get nasty, bombs get dropped and a couple people decide to throw in some fifteen year-olds and hey we got a war," She sarcastically answered.
I grimaced and walked into my room quickly thanking her. "Hey uh, what's your name again?"
She thought for a while before answering. "Mya, you?"
"Alexia."
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