"Thanks so much. I really appreciate it…I love music so heckin much, especially street music, although that's kind of obvious…" I let out a shaky laugh. "I died my hair myself from leftovers from a salon. I can't believe you, such a rich person, are helping me, nothing but a street slump. Thanks." I self-consciously run my fingers through my hair.
"Me llamo Aurora," I responded quietly.
(do they speak Spanish? like, they don't speak English?)
(Zoe is multilinguiel.)
(I see. What about Aurora?)
"I love helping 'people like you'. Tell you the truth, I'd ditch my position if I could. I've wanted to do my hair blue for so long, but whenever I tell my mum, she says something stupid like "A Queen shouldn't have bright blue hair" or "It's a Queen's duty to look natural". "
"I like that, thats a pretty name. Do you speak any english? No wait. Uhh Soy habla Ingles?" I didn't know spanish that well as other langueges, but I tried my best.
(She's from Mexico. Yes, she's slightly bilingual in English.)
(how do I jump in?)
"A little," I responded in a thick accent. I knew very little English, but I would have to try my best.
Alexa ended up stumbling upon a her dorm again. She decided to give up on reading the map and went back inside her room. She was bored. She hadn't met anyone yet and her roommate hadn't even showed up. She decided to Facetime her mothers and give them updates on how it has been going so far.
(Wait what Tier is she?)
(Yo Queen
you're our roommate.)
(Yo Queen
you're our roommate.)
(ik)
(Aurora is Tier 4)
"Eh, dye your hair blue if you want. Put it up in a hat all the time. Isn't that a queenish thing to do, wear their hair in hats?" I ask, looking down at Eliza.
"A little," I responded in a thick accent. I knew very little English, but I would have to try my best.
"Thats ok, I bet they'll teach you it here." Zoe replied before she picked a bed near the window. "Do you think they have a salon here?" She asked.
"Besides, it'll fade by the time term ends. Just dye it, yo!" I blurt before realizing just how poor that sounds. "Sorry. I shouldn't be talking street to a queen - even one like you."
"Talk however you want. My mother is the Queen, not me. I probably won't be Queen either until I'm like 60."
"And hats are gross."
"Alrighty, well, like I said, if you use temporary dye, it only lasts for about three months at tops. You could totally dye it, like, tommorow, and you'd be chill. Unless your parents visit, in which case you fake go out and can't come by the school that day."
"A little," I responded in a thick accent. I knew very little English, but I would have to try my best.
"Thats ok, I bet they'll teach you it here." Zoe replied before she picked a bed near the window. "Do you think they have a salon here?" She asked.
"Que?" I asked. She had left my range of understanding. I wonder what tier she is anyway.
"A little," I responded in a thick accent. I knew very little English, but I would have to try my best.
"Thats ok, I bet they'll teach you it here." Zoe replied before she picked a bed near the window. "Do you think they have a salon here?" She asked.
"Que?" I asked. She had left my range of understanding. I wonder what tier she is anyway.
"Sorry, anyway Im a 3." Zoe held up three fingers.
"Alrighty, well, like I said, if you use temporary dye, it only lasts for about three months at tops. You could totally dye it, like, tommorow, and you'd be chill. Unless your parents visit, in which case you fake go out and can't come by the school that day."
"You really think it would work? I've never been good at lying to my parents."
"Of course! You won't be forced to talk to them. If they call you, let it go to voicemail. If they want to see you, avoid them! It's really not hard."