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Act I Chapter I ━You Got The Personality of a Wet Mop
❛NICE PINK ARMBAND, SIOBHAN.❜
The 'pink armband' that Orla was referring to was Siobhan's cast that was locked around her left forearm. Siobhan could only smile at the girl, looking down to admire the neon plaster. Her weekend had been very unfortunate ━ a trip to the hospital after a stunt gone wrong. She had never seen her dad look so worried. She couldn't blame him ━ he had walked in on her clutching her limp wrist, tears streaming down her cheeks. It wasn't her proudest moment.
"It matches your pink streaks." Orla continued, reaching out to touch the shortened strands of Siobhan's hair. The girl had taken a pair of scissors and a box of cheap dye to her hair. It was her way of being an individual, a step up from the other girls wanting to wear denim jackets instead of the compulsory blazer.
Erin pursed her lips and turned to look at her cousin in disbelief. "It's a cast, Orla." Orla's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her head tilting to the right. "Siobhan broke her arm and it's there to help set her bones properly."
"How did you manage to break your arm anyway?" Clare interjected, clutching the straps of her backpack tightly. The girls were striding down the streets, travelling to the bus stop to meet the final member of their group.
Siobhan huffed, slinging her uninjured arm over Erin's shoulders. "I was trying to do some tricks in my bedroom, but since I'm not a gymnast, it didn't exactly go to plan." Clare scoffed. "Last I remember, I was hanging upside down off my bunkbed and my legs just slipped."
"You're lucky you didn't break your neck."
"Yes, thank you, Erin."
"You could've been seriously hurt!"
"Thank you, Erin."
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The girls turned a corner and stepped into Dennis' shop, a much needed stop before school. Dennis was a weird sort, regularly shouting at the girls to get out. The only one to not be scared of him was Siobhan, who always had a few choice words for him.
"All you have to do is pay two pounds and it'll go to wee Kamal." Clare was explaining her new charity thing to Siobhan. She was going on a 24 hour fast and others could sponsor her for two pounds, which would be donated to a little starving African boy.
