Violet sighed as she finally finished editing and uploading the video. It was almost 10 o'clock at night, but then again, it was Friday... she opened Skype and sent out a message to her friends.
Purpleflower: anyone awake?
Havemythorns: it's Friday night what do you think??
Actual-summer: it's almost midnight here. Whatever. Wasn't gonna sleep anyways.
Ilcolorerosso: Che cosa sembra, fiore wierdo?
Purpleflower: oh shut up RED
Ilcolorerosso: Scusami?
Havemythorns: guys pls
Actual-summer: Vc?
After that was said, the video chat was started, leaving Violet to hug the screen as if she was hugging them like the weirdo she is, Rose to laugh at her, Scarlet to roll her eyes and mutter something in Italian, but still smiling, and June to pat the top of her computer screen and pretend it was Violet's head because she was also a weirdo. They sat there, talking until they one by one, fell asleep, the sun's rays starting to steam in through windows, setting Rose's hair on fire and Violet's to look more like her namesake flower. It made June's look like the ocean and Scarlet's look more mysterious. But this was before the day. The day that changed their lives.
Translations
Ilcolorerosso- thecolorred
Che cosa sembra, fiore wierdo?- what do you think, weirdo flower?
Scusami?- excuse me?
Yes, the picture is Violet.
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The Sound of Pangea
General FictionFour Internet friends just liked punk music and each other's company. They ignored all else. They ignored the fact that Violet was from America and Rose was from Canada. They ignored the fact that June was from England and Scarlet was from Italy. Th...
