Aaron

Boom...   Boom...    Crash!!!!!!!!! “Shit!” yelled Harlem, her voice echoing down the hall. “Stupid door wouldn’t open!” Harlem stormed out the door, her purple hair flying behind her, a shirt in one hand and a fruit smoothie in the other. “Geez, H! Put a freakin’ bra on at least!” yelled Paul. “Don’t you have any shame?” “No old man,” Harlem put the shirt down and picked a pair of scissors up from the bench. “Um.. H?” Paul questioned as she raised them to her face. “Hair cut” came her blunt reply. Harlem swiped them around her head. “Bloody stoner,” breathed her dad as he walked back to his office. “Where has that damn girl put the blender?” sighed Paul as he kicked open her bedroom door. Harlem saw a lone black tabby cat sniffing around the bottom of a bin. “Hello Mr Shnouzer, where’s your owner?” “Meow meow.” “Hmm..” she checked for a tag or some kind of recognition that the black tabby had an owner. “No owner ey?...well I guess we should get you something to eat and a bath?” “Meow.” “Yay!” Harlem charged through the door with a comical face that said she meant business, even though all her day required was for her to bath and feed a lone tabby cat. “Hey cool thing, sit down beside me, there’s something i gotta ask you. I mean, whata you gonna do for me   Are you gonna liberate us girls, from male, white, corporate oppression? Yeah baby, tell it like it is ...” Sunday morning, Harlem was strolling down little Flinders St after previous getting a coffee and a donut at The Fix. She turned her head just in time to see a XXX internet cafe advertising uncensored internet. She growled in disgust. “SCREW YOU!” she screamed throwing eggs at the door. “YOU SICK PIGS!” “H, why were you throwing eggs at a XXX shop?” “They started it.” “I’m coming to pick you up. You’re lucky you didn’t get arrested.” “Cheers Paul” “Hahahahaha, Lemmy! When you gonna learn, you can’t go and vandalize shop fronts just because you don’t approve?” laughed Kim. “You keep saying. Oh well, good time’s had by all.” “Haha. What are we going to do with you?” “Buy me some chocolate.” Harlem was born in Argentina and grew up in America, so she had an odd blend of accents. She now inhabited the town of Carlton and worked at the local food store. As a rule, she doesn’t get to close to people, just because she doesn’t trust them. On the contrary, she had a bubbly personality and was a sweet, caring person. Her parents were divorced. “Mornin’ Paul!” echoed the house. “Wassap, H!” “Nothing much, I’m off to work and stoppin’ by the movies on the way home.” “Right then. Don’t be too late, the streets aren’t safe for a 17 year old girl.” “Wow, what a great movie.” Harlem always liked striking random conversations with people; it made her happy meeting new people, but not ever seeing them again. “Er ... yeah. It was alright,” replied the man, or teenager. He was about 6 ft, long hair. “Well I thought it was a great movie, very thought provoking.” “Yeah, well, I mean it was pretty original,” said the man, slowly beginning to feel more comfortable with the situation. Harlem found it funny how people reacted to a random conversation. At first, they feel threatened, and slowly find themselves feeling more willing to act themselves as the see the person is harmless. “Exactly, I mean it wasn’t just another Hollywood lamefest with Adam Sandler. Although don’t get me wrong, I loved ‘Billy Madison’.” “To right, ‘Stop looking at me swan!’” laughed the man, quoting Billy Madison. Harlem was surprised how quickly the man had become comfortable with the conversation. He wasn’t at all awkward now, laughing to himself. He even went as far as to make a joke. This was interesting.