Benjamin and Elliot Gavrin would be the last people to say they had the hardest lives in the history of the world, after all, living in rural-suburb Litchfield with both their parents Arthur and Jeonga, and having their schoolmates, friends like Mic...
Wilfredo Lamb and his friends Taffy Courtman and Bill Hairi were visiting Venice, Los Angeles, California and were walking through Penmar Park
Bill Hairi: Just once, I'd like to see something that speaks to me, you know.
Taffy Courtman: Yeah.
Bill Hairi: Something different, something that says-
Wilfredo: Hello, my name is Sheila.
Bill: I'm quite serious, boys, please, show me something that says I'm not a conformist. Something that says-
Taffy: Bill...
Bill: Hang on a minute, Taffy. You may have spotted a unicorn. Look over there at the playground.
There was a girl rubbing noses with a stuffed animal bunny. She had black eyeliner, round, pretty wide and not slanted dark brown eyes, low straight eyebrows, dimple on the left cheek, and a narrow, but slightly wide at the bottom nose. Her chin was long, pointy, and slightly asymmetrical. The girl had straight red velvet hair with slight curls on the ends, she looked similar to a scene kid.
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She wore a black tank top shirt with a red rose on it, a cherry blossom pink cardigan, bright blue colored jeans, white socks, and red shoes with white laces. [1]
Bill: She's no conformist, that gal over there! She's our answer! She's no conformist! She's a, I don't even know what she is. Oh, I must get to know her.
Wilfredo: Well you've done it now then, Bill Hairi, because she's seen us dogging and she's coming this way.
The girl was walking towards them. She wasn't very tall; she had to be at least a head shorter than Bill.
Bill: Oh cool. look natural.
"Hi," her voice was peppy & squeaky with the vibe of a little energetic puppy. [1]
"Uh...hi," Bill greeted back, his legs feeling strangely numb in the moment. I'm Bill. Bill Hairi
Girl: Bill Haley? Oh (giggles), I guess you two are the Comets, then.
Bill: No, I'm Bill Hairi.
Girl: Bill Haney? Heehee.
Bill: No, Bill Hairi. This is Wilfredo Lamb, like the animal.
"Cat Valentine. Like the holiday," she introduced. A warm slender moved forward and clasped mine, shooting a euphoria of emotions through me as we shook hands.
Bill: Hello Cat Valentine, I'm Bill Hairi and this is-
Wilfredo: The son of Houdini!
Taffy: No, I'm Taffy. Taffy Courtman. Bill here's a writer. Show him your pages Bill.
