she shrieked...cursing and violently slamming the car door. My mom and i were in my orthodontist's parking lot, on our way home. The lot had an upper level and a teenage girl was wrestling, loudly, with her mother and the sliding mini-van door...repeatedly, she thrashed. In between guttural grunts, I could fuzzily make out the occasional "go to hell." The girl's mother made several attempts to pry her out of the car, while her sister (i assume) straddling her crutches, was tearing up..."is something wrong...are you ok?" my mom asked, genuinely concerned, but the juxtaposition of the two questions was met with a mimed "no." Was it no, everything alright, or no my daughter's foaming at the mouth and i need anastethia. Well, after the girl heard other humans in proximity she took the fit down a notch...every few seconds she would stab the backseat window with her legs instead. The mom whipped out her cell phone, frantically dialing...we drove away, i mean phone=police, so we figured they'd be safe. I still dont know if she was unstable (there's a doctor's office near my ortho's) or if she was just a raging, hormonal teen...her sister's face was unsettling though, like she'd seen this scene before.
what if people were human mood rings, and their skin erupted in temporary bursts of emotion-tinged hues...i imagine the girls would be a pale shade of cheesecake, like the yellow of egg on your face
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