Room 417, Thursday after classes

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's already going for her cell phone before closing the door to her room, looking for S in her speed dial.



"Need money?" Sharon asks. "Of course you do. You call when you need money."

"I don't need money, but that would be cool," Jaye tells her. "I need legal advice."

"God, did you get arrested again? What'd you do, push someone down the stairs? Steal a car? Please don't make me continue because I'll work my way through all possible misdemeanors until I'm trying to plead you down from twenty to life."

"No, no arrest. I'm actually looking into something, but I'll let you know when I actually have some ground to stand on," she says.

"Do I want to know?"

"No."

"Oh, God."

Jaye flops onto her bed and says, "I think I need a will."

Sharon goes quiet. "Who did you piss off?"

"Potentially a ninja."

More quiet. "Are you sure this isn't a school for juvenile delinquents? You know what? I don't care. I don't believe you anyway. And I'm a little worried I didn't questionn you pissing off a ninja."

"Well, I'm afraid she's going to decapinate me, so I'd like to make sure all my possessions go somewhere cool in case I get deadinated," Jaye tells her.

"Decapinated? Deadinated? Are you high?" Sharon asks. "You're sixteen. Mom and Dad haven't kicked off yet. You have no possessions to give away in case you get... deadinated."

Oh.

"Oh," Jaye says. "Been nice knowing you then. Except totally not."

She hangs up.