Post by Friday Morning on Nov 21, 2016 4:12:00 GMT
"My power, like, never turns off. So it's kinda, like, deal with it or just stay curled up in my room being sad. Pretty easy choice for me," which it was, for Friday. Or at least, it was easy enough for her to say as much, but even she knew that what she did took a lot for most people. The world often didn't match up to Friday's bright and sunny version of it; she just tried her best to help lighten it a little more.
"Hey Monica!" Friday chirped as they saw the driver, wiggling a few fingers. She walked toward the seat with Tami, plunking down and scooting over, clearly wanting the window seat and momentarily forgetting politeness in her excitement to get there. The question drew her back to her friend. "What? Oh, yeah, Monica's pretty nice. She's not, like, really into the mutant thing like Walt, but she's still pretty nice."
Friday bobbed her head a few times, swinging her legs. She'd talked the ears off a few of the drivers, so she did know a bit about Monica and Walt and the ones that actually talked back to her. Sometimes they found her "charming," others told her to shut up and head to the back of the bus.
Friday leaned forward now. "Are your kids doing okay, Monica!?" She called. The driver gave her a thumbs up, but clearly needed to focus. Besides, Friday had someone else to talk to: "She has two," she explained to Tami. "One's a fourth grader, the other goes to the local middle school. Neither are mutants but, well, it's kinda early to tell," Friday added another "what can you do" shrug.