Roxanne Arrives

“Come on, Roxy. I’m waiting for you.”

Kirsty stood with her back to the machine, arms folded. She’d wait here all day if she had to. Roxanne’s baseball throw had shown she was easily frustrated when her opponent didn’t act exactly how she demanded.

Roxanne stepped into the room's entranceway. Her bright orange hair appeared to glow in the dim light like a small lighter flame, and her eyes caught the light as she approached.

“Get away from my machine.”

Kirsty smirked. “Why don’t you make me?”

Roxy’s lip curled upwards in disgust. “You think that’s going to work on me?”

Kirsty shrugged. “Maybe I should see what this does instead.” She turned to the machine. Maybe if I start whacking it we can see what happens.”

Roxanne’s eyes widened. “Don’t you touch that! Do you know how many hours I spent building that?”

Kirsty peered around and gripped a metal pole. “Well, if you’re not going to come. Let’s find out.” She raised the pole, aiming to strike at the casing of the machine.

“Gaah, leave it alone.” Roxanne charged across the room.

The wily Punk Princess moved with a surprising speed as she closed the distance in seconds. Kirsty swung the metal pole in Roxanne’s direction, but the much smaller girl ducked it. Kirsty caught a right swipe to the side of the face, staggering her. Quickly, the two girls gripped each other by the shoulders of their respective clothing.

She quickly gained a purchase on Roxanne’s hoodie and started to drag her towards the yellow line. Roxanne yelled and swung her fists wildly, but the little genius’s strikes were worthless as she edged towards the yellow line.

Her first purple sneaker crossed the line, followed by her second. The machine whirred into life.