Bridget walked away and sat in front of the TV while Flower and Ami played. She flipped through the channels, but never settled on anything to watch.
After awhile Ami and Flower came over and sat down on either side of her. “Ami didn’t even give me a chance to win,” Flower complained.
“What’s the secret to winning, Ami?” asked Bridget.
“It’s my diet of bacon,” Ami answered. She smiled as Flower made a horrified face.
“She’s just messing with you,” Bridget said.
“So, are you excited about your advising session?” asked Flower. She seemed to be desperate to change the subject.
“A little,” Bridget admitted.
“I already know what classes I want to take,” said Ami.
“Yeah?” asked Flower.
“Well, I want to take the basic math, English, history, and engineering classes, but I think I can fit an art elective in there.”
“I didn’t know you were an artist,” said Bridget.
“Well, I like doing things with my hands,” said Ami.
“The only art I’ve ever done is making protest signs,” said Flower.
“Yeah, you were making protest signs in kindergarten with your finger paints when the rest of us were drawing stick figures,” said Ami with a sarcastic voice.
“That doesn’t count,” said Flower. “I drew stick figures in kindergarten. I just never did any serious art.”
“I think I am taking ballroom dancing instead of art,” said Bridget.
“You dance?” ask Ami. “I like to dance too, but the boys at my high school weren’t really into dancing except for “Soulja Boy.”
“What’s wrong with Soulja Boy?” asked Flower. “I like that dance.”
“We kinda like dancing with boys, not watching them show off,” said Bridget.
“Yeah,” said Ami.
“Oh,” said Flower. “It that how you get boyfriends?”
“Now you are beginning to understand, Flower,” said Ami. “However, you can’t expect a boy to survive on eating grass, so you need to learn how to cook him something good.”
“I’m not going to sacrifice the lives of animals to give a boyfriend an impressive meal.”
“Then bake him a cake. Or cookies.”
“Can’t,” said Bridget. “She’s vegan, so eggs and milk are out. Right Flower?”
She nodded. “But I can make tasty vegan meals. They are just as yummy.”
Ami looked at her watch. “Oh crap. My advising appointment is in ten minutes.”
Flower looked at the clock. “Mine too.”
Bridget checked her schedule and sighed. “Well, see ya. Mine isn’t for another hour.”
She watched as the two girls hurried out of the room and toward the administration building.