John told me what you call those guys, but I’ve already forgot. Anyway, we pulled up and got out of the car as John handed his keys to some pimple cursed teenage girl with a lopsided ponytail.
She was wearing a bright red vest with a black and green embroidered patch on the front that read, ‘Pichaloe’s’. At the base of her ponytail was an oversized red scrunchie that matched her vest perfectly. And just in case you don’t know what a scrunchie is… it’s a ring of fabric with elastic that girls use to gather or fasten their hair into ponytails. They come in an endless number of colors and styles.
At first, I didn’t recognize the girl; that is, until she spoke to me.
“Hey Alvin!” she said in a heavy Maine accent.
“Huh, oh hi Stacks!” I said, shocked to see her outside of school.