Rosalie Rox hated plaid skirts. With like, a passion. They were the most hideous, revolting things ever to exist. Like, ever. 

      And yet there she was. Standing half-naked in her bedroom, scowling at a skirt. A new low for her, honestly. She had been putting it off for a while, procrastinating. For a skirt. A simple plaid skirt. 

      It was ugly though. A hideous brown and orange, knee-length, misshapen, itchy, lump. She was already wearing her black collared shirt, orange vest, the knee socks. Rosalie had even taken the liberty to brush her hair, and weaved it into long braids that fell down her back. 

      "Roz!" She heard Ruby yell from downstairs, followed by a long beep. "Are you coming or not?" 

     "Just a moment!" Rosalie shouted back, and quickly (and reluctantly) stuffed her legs into the skirt, and zipped it up clumsily. She grabbed her satchel and threw it over her back. Rosalie skipped down the stairs, brushing away the bangs from her eyes. Finally, she burst through the front door. 

      Ruby was outside. As per-usual, she managed to make Evenport's ugly uniforms look extra tight and reveal as much skin as possible. Her long red hair, held back by a perfect ponytail, swished as the early morning breeze wafted through the open window of her new Mercedes. Ruby scowled as she smeared pink lipgloss all over her lips, wearing a sequined necklace and matching earrings. 

      What was this? An American sitcom from the 90s?

      "What are you doing staring at me?" Ruby snapped. "Get in the car, oh my Lord" Yes, Ruby, an alien from another dimension, is one of those people. Rosalie sighed and opened the silver door of the car, getting into a seat next to Ruby. She finished giving her lips their daily coat of lipgloss, and turned on the car. 

      Ruby's Mercedes roared to life, and she floored the gas pedal. Rosalie gripped onto the leather seat tightly as the car spun through the suburbs, a tidal wave of silver and a ginger ponytail.