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[sub][b]Featuring:[/b][color=8db165]Ruby MacMillian[/color] [i][@LovelyComplex][/i][/sub]
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Callie had disappeared, Nick wasn’t listening to her anymore, and to top it all off - Rosefell looked worse in person than it did online. The last two weeks had simply been way too much for Billie to process. 

Sitting on top of her brothers car, Billie waited patiently for Rue to answer. Before the other girl even had a chance to speak, Billie had already began ranting the second she answered the phone. 

[color=93E9BE]”Tell me [i]why[/i] out of all the schools they could have chosen, they merged us with… with… [i]this[/i].”[/color] Billie practically shrieked the last word as she turned the camera so that Rue could see the building. 

[url=https://i.imgur.com/Xc2ksXA.jpg]Ruby[/url] Macmillan was sitting on the edge of the fountain that was topped with a statue of Marianne, at Place de la République. She was eating a churro with one hand, holding her phone with her free hand, and moving her skateboard with her feet from side to side. It was almost 2 PM where she was. Her mother was giving an interview with some top notch fashion designer, and as per usual, dad was there with her for moral support. 

The Macmillans have done this tango for as long as she could remember, so it got boring. At least for her. Her sisters enjoyed fashion, so they could put up with attending mom’s events, but to her it was ‘eh’. If it makes you look good, wear it. If not? Wear it too. Fuck what people thought. With her [i]way with words[/i], her dad gave her a nice sum of cash and she left them to do what she liked best: skate. They’ll call her when they need her. For now she would chill in the sun and harass a kid or two. 

Nibbling on her churro, she listened to her best friend’s rage. Looks like Billie was having a day. Wow, how did that feel? To get upset because of a change in school? Rue wouldn’t know. Her dad was her teacher. [color=8db165]“That’s rough, Bee.”[/color] Dully gazing at the screen, not because she was disinterested, but because she couldn’t relate, Rue shrugged, [color=8db165]“Sounds like a bunch of minor inconveniences to me and you’re not a settler so I’m sure you’ll figure shit out, whatever shit is. I doubt it’s just the merge.”[/color]   

Billie could tell from the way Rue talked that she wasn’t particularly interested in the subject. That was fine. Billie just needed to vent, and rather Rue wanted to admit it or not, she dealt out pretty decent advice. Turning the screen back on herself, Billie placed her chin on her left hand, resting her elbow on her leg as she leaned forward. 

[color=93E9BE]”MMmmmm…. Yeah. I’ll figure it out sooner or later. But that’s not the point. It’s driving me insane. Like [i]right now[/i].”[/color] Pouting, Billie sighed. [color=93E9BE]”It just feels like there’s nothing I can fucking do. And now I have to go find some fucktard named Melissa because they’re supposed to give me a tour of Shitville.”[/color] 

As an announcement came over the speakers, Billie glared at the building. [color=93E9BE]”This place gives me very chaotic, trashy vibes.”[/color] 

Rue’s expression contrasted her friend’s because as she listened to Billie rant and rage she couldn’t help but feel excited. This school was making other students give out tours, a kid just used the intercom, and it was [i]chaotic[/i]. Where could she sign up?! Ugh, she was so jealous. 

After taking another chomp out of her delicious delight, Rue playfully rolled her eyes, [color=8db165]“Don’t be so melodramatic, that’s your dad’s job!”[/color] She knew her friend was [i]gloomy[/i] so she went straight to the point, [color=8db165]“You can either be a little bitch, or make this school your bitch, okay? [i]So what[/i] if people probably have sex under the bleachers!”[/color] She paused, wow, that was an intriguing thought, wasn’t it? [color=8db165]“Please confirm if that’s true or not in the future, please, but yeah. [b]So what![/b] [i]So what[/i] if it seems like shit doesn’t seem to be going right. I can promise you something will happen to bring you right up. And lover, my love, my Babycakes, if you don’t like that Melissa-whore, why don’t you just tag the back of the building or something? In big letters LIBERTY HIGH MOTHERFUCKERS. That’ll get a message across, don’t you think?”[/color] [i]Munch[/i].  

Still glaring at the brick building, Billie’s expression some-what softened at the mention of her father. It was true that Kavi Salvador had a flair for the dramatic. Hell, come to think of it, their whole family was dramatic - even Fiona. 

As she listened to Rue, Billie's mood went from absolutely irate to simply being sour. Rue was right. Billie [i]was[/i] that bitch. 

[Color=93E9BE]"Fine. I'll stop crying and go see what I can do. But first I have to hop off of here and google this Melissa chick. Thanks Rue,"[/color] she said, managing a small smile. 

[color=8db165]“Anytime. I should call dad anyways and be like ‘are you guys done yet?’”[/color] Rue finished off the last of her churro, before clearing her throat, [color=8db165]“Better call me in the morning. Tell me all things: interesting. I’m bored and need the tea. Well, anywho! Miss ya, girly. Give Richie some kisses for me, h’okay?”[/color]

[Color=93E9BE]"Of course, of course! You know I will. G'bye munchkin."[/color] 

Closing out the app, Billie pulled up google and typed in the name of her assigned tour guide: Melissa Elliot. 

One of the first things to pop up was an instagram profile. The handle read @queenofthorns - something that Billie couldn't decide if she found creative or cringy. The pictures posted painted the life of a popular blonde. The perfect cheerleader, friend, daughter… but did she [i]really[/i] have it as all together as she wanted people to think? 

Only one way to find out. 

Upon further examination, Billie realized that her tour guide was the blonde woman that was screaming at that punk kid a few minutes ago. The crowd that they had been apart of had since dispersed, and Melissa had headed in the direction of the school entrance. Figuring she should follow the other girls trail, Billie hopped down off of Nicholas's car and headed inside the building. [/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]