Waaah. <<<skylah

Evelyn Mardonne couldn't believe her luck that Wednesday morning. One minute, her teacher was ranting about like, kancer or something and then the next, she was free! Of course, the old witch would probably blame Evvie tomorrow morning, but how was it her fault that the teacher's teaching-book or something, whatever was stuck shut with chewing gum? Sure, maybe the fifteen-year-old had chewed the gum and stuck it among the pages, but she didn't make that teacher open it. So now she was free! Heck, the teacher even asked her to leave school. That was good, right? Heaven knows Evvie wouldn't have asked to leave school. That would like, never be permitted. But if a teacher told her to, who was she to make trouble and disobey?
These thoughts rolled lazily across the girl's mind like lonely tumbleweeds in a ghost-town. The pace at which she formed ideas would have been agonizingly slow for most people, but for Evelyn it was just fast enough.
The girl was uninterrupted in her pondering as she strolled through the nearly-empty streets of District 2. Unfortunately, she'd already passed the scant shopping quarter - which the girl was all-too-familiar with anyhow - and was now roaming in the section of town which held labs and such to make medicine. It was a bright summer day, and colors all around glowed as if fluorescent when caught by the omniscient sunlight. Greens, reds, and lavenders all seemed to stand out, especially among the small flower gardens where medical plants were cultivated.
Storefronts were few and far-between, as were houses. Labs, gardens, and small research centers were much more common in this part of the medical district. Medicine bored Evvie; it was so, like, boring rather tedious to her, seeing as the girl was far from being interested in anything remotely academic. With the exception of the study of hairstyling, which was totally, like a born gift and stuff for her. But, unfortunately, that had little pertinence to hospitals or 'kancer' research, and so school was of little concern to the girl. Why study when one could wander the streets aimlessly, looking for cute shoes to buy and boys to make out with?

Suddenly, Evvie ran into a like, friggin house or something! Who would, like put that there? which was totally in her way. "Waah!" the girl exclaimed, looking around hopefully to see if someone had heard her cry of distress. Then she realized that that would sort of suck because if someone was nearby, they would see her walk into a freaking brick thing! Building, whatever. Her hair was probably totally screwed up and junk. Now in more distress than she had initially been from walking straight into a solid structure, the girl rapidly ran her hands through her hair, checking around with suspicious brown eyes to make sure no one had seen. Then, widening slightly, her eyes flitted around some more. Yes, there was a tiny brick house in front of her, but nothing else. The grass, lush in the center of town, was not attended to here, and had faded into dry grey dirt approximately six hundred yards ago. A few dehydrated weeds sprawled forth from random points in the earth, but little else could be found, with the exclusion of the District fence. Evelyn had never seen the fence before, and it was like, big. Why was there even a fence anyway? Who would, like, try to leave District 2? It's like, awesome. People are rich and there's way better shoes than in District 1.
Slowly, the girl began to realize that she must've walked quite a ways while immersed in her thoughts. She wasn't used to being immersed in thoughts, so this was a completely new experience for her. So inconvenient, thinking was.
At once, she realized the pressing matter at hand. Her shoes must be totally trashed! How could this happen? "Ugh," she sighed loudly, having fixed her hair and ready to be attended to. Surely there was someone out here who could identify with her shoe predicament. Otherwise, she would like, die.