I sighed. I'd been in the Thieves' Guild for two months now, and had been finally promoted from a Recruit to a Member.
Maggie, a Member of one year, stood in front of me. She had curled her silver hair and put a tattoo on her wrist. The tattoo pulsed in time with her heartbeat.
"Not at all, Maggie. You look awesome."
"Thanks!" Maggie's smile was blinding.
I peered at the back of my hoverboard. Something had gone wrong with it. Ah-ha! I ran my finger over the a metal piece, brushing a tiny pebble to the ground. Then I snapped the back on, stepped back, and flicked the switch. It worked perfectly.
"Good thing you got that fixed," Maggie said, touching her curls. "You're going on another mission, right?" Her fingers drifted from her hair to stroke the shiny tattoo.
"Right."
"You gonna dye your hair?"
"I heard that the newest fashion is supposed to be cherry red. Popsicle-colored. I'm not dyeing my hair red, so maybe... Sunshine?" I picked up a bottle of bright yellow single-use hair dye. "And when I get back, I'm getting on of those tattoos."
Maggie laughed and tossed a bag of stage makeup at me. "Go get 'em."
"Refresh my memory. Why am I riding one of these awesome hoverboards?" I asked. "Only royalty is supposed to have them, in which case I should have left my hair black and put on some better, non-stupid, actually fashionable clothes." I peered down at my floor-length brown taffeta skirt with hundreds of ruffles and sleeveless, skin-tight pink silk top. My skirt covered my shoes, but they had so many straps it looked like my feet were some kind of dangerous animal that I was concerned might escape.
"Because we're awesome," Sally said. Her outfit wasn't much better. She had on a really short cotton miniskirt that was the plainest shade of beige, and her top was dark green and had elbow-length sleeves. She was wearing flat striped slippers with bows all over the sides. "But I know what you mean. Have people gone fashion-dead?"
I shifted my weight to my left foot, zooming around a turn.
"Slow down or you'll get arrested, and then Jarred's gonna rip your head off," Sally called from behind me. I sighed. We weren't even at the university yet, but I stopped leaning forward and straightened my spine.
"Let's go," I sighed again.
"Thanks!" Maggie's smile was blinding.
I peered at the back of my hoverboard. Something had gone wrong with it. Ah-ha! I ran my finger over the a metal piece, brushing a tiny pebble to the ground. Then I snapped the back on, stepped back, and flicked the switch. It worked perfectly.
"Good thing you got that fixed," Maggie said, touching her curls. "You're going on another mission, right?" Her fingers drifted from her hair to stroke the shiny tattoo.
"Right."
"You gonna dye your hair?"
"I heard that the newest fashion is supposed to be cherry red. Popsicle-colored. I'm not dyeing my hair red, so maybe... Sunshine?" I picked up a bottle of bright yellow single-use hair dye. "And when I get back, I'm getting on of those tattoos."
Maggie laughed and tossed a bag of stage makeup at me. "Go get 'em."
"Refresh my memory. Why am I riding one of these awesome hoverboards?" I asked. "Only royalty is supposed to have them, in which case I should have left my hair black and put on some better, non-stupid, actually fashionable clothes." I peered down at my floor-length brown taffeta skirt with hundreds of ruffles and sleeveless, skin-tight pink silk top. My skirt covered my shoes, but they had so many straps it looked like my feet were some kind of dangerous animal that I was concerned might escape.
"Because we're awesome," Sally said. Her outfit wasn't much better. She had on a really short cotton miniskirt that was the plainest shade of beige, and her top was dark green and had elbow-length sleeves. She was wearing flat striped slippers with bows all over the sides. "But I know what you mean. Have people gone fashion-dead?"
I shifted my weight to my left foot, zooming around a turn.
"Slow down or you'll get arrested, and then Jarred's gonna rip your head off," Sally called from behind me. I sighed. We weren't even at the university yet, but I stopped leaning forward and straightened my spine.
"Let's go," I sighed again.
i think u totally got this idea from Uglies, by Scott Westerfeld.
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