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�FOUR TICKETS!� �Four tickets.� �You can�t be serious.� �YOU�RE KIDDING!� �Nope, I�m not joking, they�re in my purse.� �I can not believe it.� �I CAN�T BELIEVE IT!� �Believe it.� Sitting in a Starbucks one Saturday afternoon, three friends could be seen sharing what one would call an interesting conversation. The youngest and most petite woman at the table was smiling assuredly. Her strawberry blonde hair was swept into a high, frazzled ponytail. She was clicking her black and pink striped nails on the table, tapping her bright pink Adidas shoes on the floor. She had a look about her that told her friends she knew exactly what she was talking about. �I get them for every movie, but this year they gave me four instead of two, because of sales,� she answered confidently. The woman sitting across from her slammed her hand down on the table. �I just cannot believe it!� she exclaimed, her bright blue eyes blazing. �This is unbelievable!� She smiled at her friend excitedly, letting all of her teeth show as she so often did. She twirled the gold ring that hung around a chain on her neck eagerly, sweeping her loose, highlighted brown hair back over her shoulders. She was jittery with excitement. �Four tickets this time!� The other woman scoffed disgustedly, tossing her hands into the air. �I can�t believe how excited you two are getting over something so juvenile! It�s just a movie, just a book, and just a�� �JUST A BOOK?� screamed the brunette. The annoyed woman sitting across from her glared her large, dark eyes at her friend. Her ebony hair was braided in the back, giving even more the impression that she was just as conservative as she sounded while she spoke. Her perfect posture stirred as her friend began to yell. �How can you call it just a book? This woman ensued upon the world an idea, a story, and a plotline that no one had ever thought of! She created a culture shock to everyone and caused a ruckus among people young and old all over! After knowing that, how can you call it just a book?� �Terren Made!� screamed the woman. �You are twenty-two years old! It is time to start looking toward more adult culture icons, not some silly book about witches and wizards!� �I have to agree with Ter, Adrienne,� the first woman jumped in. �It was something no one had ever known before, I mean� That kind of writing. What do you think inspired me?� �Anya, I have no problem with your line of work, I mean, it�s fabulous that you write those books and everything and that you are close with the writer, but I mean, the book was aimed at a younger audience! How can you expect to possibly pursue fantasies of wand waving, broom flying, and� and� spell conjuring at such an older age?� �Hey, watch it now,� Anya said fiercely. �Don�t forget that I don�t prescribe to Christian beliefs. You know what my religion stands for.� �Yes, and I have no problem with that, but that�s a religion. Not a story.� �Story or not, you can�t argue if it is immature or not to enjoy Harry Potter,� Terren fought back. �We all have our different tastes. Just look at the three of us.� �She does have a point,� Anya agreed again. Adrienne stared around the table and laughed. �You are right. We�re a different bunch, we are.� �You can say that again,� Anya laughed. �I mean� Adrienne with her straight laced suits and formal cell phone, totally agent like she is. Anya in her own style, not caring what anyone thinks, but still having that tact to her taste,� Terren pointed out. �Can�t forget you, Teri,� Adrienne pointed out. �Oh no,� Anya said, finishing off her Cappuccino. �Just look at you. It�s like we�ve said since high school. You don�t belong in Michigan. You need to be in California, on the beach.� The three girls laughed heartily, standing up and walking out of the coffee shop. Their lunch hour was soon over. Adrienne had to return to her office and bid them goodbye as she got into her BMW and drove away. The remaining friends watched her drive away and shook their heads. �She needs to let her hair down one of these days.� �I agree.� �So where are you off to?� Teri asked, turning to Anya. �Well, I have a few errands to run, but I think I am just going to go back home and get writing. I only have two more chapters left of this next story,� she reported excitedly. �Lucky. I get to go back to my wonderful desk, office, and� draw,� Teri feigned disappointment. �Shut up, you know you love your job.� Teri looked up and laughed. �Yeah I do.� They laughed as they approached Anya�s red Cavalier. She unlocked the door and slipped inside. �So I take it you want a ticket?� she asked knowingly. �Of course!� Teri said, rolling her eyes. �I figured,� Anya laughed. �Well, the premiere is on the first, which means we have to get to the hotel by the thirtieth. Make sure you�re packed for a week�s vacation to London, England within three days!� �I�ll be more than ready!� Teri called as she found her white Bug. �Talk to you later!� �Bye!� Anya yelled back, pulling out. |
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