The Parawhore And The Killjoy

Hey, Batgirl

Hey guys!!! Yep, new story! This is actually somewhat based off of my experience in Washington D.C., I'm coming home today back to the Hoosier State. One thing: If I could live in Washington D.C., I would, regardless of who our President is. ^▽^ All of Marie's thinking is my thinking, and based off of my experience, as I said, so please enjoy! Also, I'm putting a lot of what I've learned there into this story, because hey, I like knowing that you guys are also learning as much as I did on my stay. ≧▽≦ Without further adieu, let's get on with the story!!
Word Count: 1638 words

-Hailee, daughter of Ares, blessed by Apollo and Aphrodite, legacy of Athena
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Marie's POV:

I sit up in bed, my little sister shaking me a bit.

"Hey, Maya, what's wrong?" I ask her, and she smiles.

"We're going to Washington D.C., remember? Come on, we're leaving in an hour!" She says, and I insantly get up to get dressed.

I throw on a black Batman tank top, black jeans, and black converse before brushing my hair, teeth, and washing my face. I scroll through my Instagram, Wattpad, Quotev, Deviantart, and Snapchat, liking my friends' photos and replying to chats on Kik. I then start packing some clothes, which is easy, because I don't like having too many clothes. It makes things really confusing.

I finish packing clothes, and then start packing toiletries. Once I finish packing these, I take a pair of black combat boots and my Polaroid camera, before loading everything into the car. I start to listen to "Told You So" by Paramore, one of my favorite songs, while reading Death Note.

By the time my shuffle gets to "Decode" by Paramore from Twilight, I fall asleep.

~seven hours later~

"Marie, wake up, we're here!" Maggie, my youngest sister, wakes me up and I look around, my music now playing "Hard Times."

"Cool." I rub my face, and get out of the car. I grab my bag, and we all walk into Embassy Suites, sitting down while my dad starts to get us checked in. I'm staying with my grandparents, which should be absolute hell. It would take a miracle for them to stop fighting about politics. And which news they'll watch.

I look around, and start playing my music on shuffle. "CrushCrushCrush" by Paramore starts playing into my earbuds, and I sing softly to it without anybody noticing.

I set my things on the couch, suddenly feeling really hungry. I check the time on my phone, seeing it say 9:50.

"Hey, grandma! I'm going to that Hard Rock Cafe down the street to get something to eat, want me to bring anything back?" I yell, and she smiles at me.

"Just some shrimp and maybe some clam chowder, dear. Thank you, sweetheart." She says, and I smile.

"Happy to help." I reply, taking a credit card and one of the keys for the room and walking down the hall, singing and dancing along with "Still Into You" by Paramore. I am definitely a Parawhore.

I walk out of Embassy Suites and down the street, opening the door to Hard Rock Cafe.

"Hi, how are you doing, dear?" A hostess asks, smiling, which I return.

"Great, thanks for asking! You?" I reply, and she smiles. "Fine as ever, what can I do for you today?" She asks, and I smile.

"I'd like to place an order for carry out. One Caesar salad with shrimp, a box of fried shrimp, and a few bowls of clam chowder, please." I tell her.

She nods, writing everything down to go get the food. She hands me the food in a bag, and I hand her the credit card to pay.

She swipes the card, and I smile, taking it back. I also notice her nametag says Isabella on it.