Ellie stepped out of her house and looked around, the promise and opportunities practically tangible in the warm air. She finished adjusting her hat and, on second thought, took her guitar from its leaning position on the interior wall and pulled the strap over her dress and blinked. Oh, how happily she could scamper off into the world. She felt merry. It was time to share this; she and her friends ought to go on an adventure.
She turned and walked down the street first to Judd’s, because his house was closer to her own. No sooner had she knocked on the door than it flew open to reveal Lesli, Judd’s snotty little sister. “Judd’s not here,” Lesli chided. “He went out to find a job. You know. A job. Something all you losers should invest in.” Ellie rolled her eyes and said, “Well, tell your ‘loser’ brother to stop by my house when I get home okay?” Lesli hummed in agreement, still sneering. She smirked down at Ellie’s dress and said, “Your dress is ugly. Tell Foster I said hi.” At Foster’s name, Lesli’s face lightened considerably. Unable to face Ellie, she wheeled inside, slamming the door.
“Trollop,” Ellie stated plainly, thinking it was absolutely disgusting, Lesli’s continuous crush on Foster when she treated Judd and herself like they were scum all of the time. What was so special about Foster anyway?! Ellie was determined not to let one little tart ruin her happiness, however. With an air of decision to pursue her merriment, she turned and pulled the guitar up. She raised her head and marched a few houses down to Foster’s house.
She reached his door and knocked, double as hard. “Fos-ter!” she sang out as she banged harder.