This meeting-up thing is new. They don’t spend much time together outside of school and so this is a rarity, as they order their coffees and thread through a plethora of tables for somewhere to sit.
“I got into uni.”
The first speaker lowers her cup slightly, regarding her companion steadily. “Is that all you’ve got to say? Cool?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, yay. Yay you.”
The cup is returned to its saucer with an audible clink, new irritation forming.
“So, hey, do you know a lot of celebrities on Twitter? Do they tweet you often? How do you get their attention?”
The first girl snaps the biscotti on her plate, scowling with a mix of anger and disappointment. “You could sound more convincing, more enthusiastic. I got something I’ve wanted for years and you just dismiss it like I said I’m buying lunch at Subway. You know I’ve sacrificed a lot to get into uni, never going out so I could study and get the credits I need -“
“Yeah, OK. You’re right. Sorry. So…”
“What’re you going to study?”
Her face brightens and she looks up from her coffee. “Definitely taking history, and there’s an awesome-sounding biology paper, something to do with the Antarctic… There’s a gen ed Spanish class, so I might take that… I don’t know.”
Again her companion is bored, her eyes starting to dull. Her bright facade slips a bit, recognizing that her companion is completely disinterested in academics.
“Plus I’m doing summer school to get a head start. If I work efficiently enough I might finish a semester or two early.” There’s no real response this time: the other girl sits with her body angled away slightly, looking at something else. She’s no psychologist but she can identify someone’s boredom and when they don’t want to be a part of the conversation any longer.
Maybe university will be the place where she finds her kindred spirits.