Post by Liz Davis on May 15, 2011 12:16:31 GMT -5
(Katlyn as in my friend, Alaska as in Alaska Young. ('Looking For Alaska'). Sorry if I didn't do this justice. It was for class, so I didn't try THAT hard.)
Katlyn paused for only a second when she saw the two girls in the elevator. One, Alaska Young, was wearing an orange tank top and cutoffs, and she was talked animatedly with the other girl, Evelyn (who was dressed in black skinny jeans and a red shirt with ‘The Academy Is…’ scrawled across the front), about the author Chuck Palahniuk.
Katlyn immediately interjected, “Oh, what’s your favorite Palahniuk novel?” Referring to her favorite author as she noticed the lobby button was already lit up.
Alaska was the first to respond, “Snuff, hands down.”
The elevator came to a screeching halt, fell down past the third floor, and screeched to a stop.
Evelyn’s breathing hitched. “Um… What just happened?”
Alaska raised an eyebrow, “Well, the elevator got stuck,” She said, slowly, as if speaking to a kindergardener. Evelyn bit her lip and got out her phone to text her friend Luke to ask for help, but realized she did not have service.
Katlyn spoke up, “Shouldn’t we… do something?” Alaska pulled a pack of Marlboros out of her pocket with a lighter, and lit a cigarette. Katlyn raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, and when offered one, she accepted.
Evelyn looked up, “What?! You.. You can’t smoke in the elevator,” She began loud, but then finished softly.
“Why not?”
“Because… it’s… not healthy.”
“I don’t smoke to live, buddy.”
“Well, shouldn’t we be doing something to get out of this situation?”
Katlyn spoke up, “Oh, live and let die, girl.” Katlyn was now sitting on the ground with her iPod playing. She was tapping her red converse-wearing foot to the beat. “Besides, this is a pretty run-down hotel. How many people will actually notice that it hasn’t stopped working? We’re in San Antonio… Nothing happens here.”
“It’s better than Alabama,” Alaska said between drags of her cigarette. Katlyn grinned, knowing she’d get along with the girl. She took one headphone out.
“I’m Katlyn.”
“Alaska.”
“Evelyn. And, Alaska, first, sorry about the yelling, I just don’t really deal well in stressful situations.”
“That’s okay, my friends tell me I can be pretty blunt, so my bad, Eve,” she said, a small smile on her face.
Evelyn also smiled, nervously, and asked, “So, we were going over favorite Palahniuk books? Because mine’s Haunted.”
“Whoa, have you even read Rant?” Katlyn took out her other earbud, smiling slightly.
“I still say Snuff,” Alaska grinned.
The other two girls both laughed, having read Snuff, and knowing the content of it.
“You know, I expected Texas to be a little hotter,” Evelyn said, somewhat distantly, “I’m from northern Indiana, and I’ve heard the stories from my friend.”
“Hey, now! It’s only February! You should come back in July or August,” Katlyn suggested.
“No thanks, Alabama is hot enough for me,” Alaska shuddered at the thought.
“You’re one of them!?” Kaltyn was surprised at Alaska’s home. Alaska had seemed so cool up until that turning point.
“Well, I’m not the type of person to drive a pickup truck with a confederate flag in the back!” All three girls laughed at that comment.
“Oh, here’s the emergency button!” Eve spoke up, pushing the button with a bell on it. They heard the slightest of high-pitched sounds.
“Well, I feel much safer now,” Alaska joked.
“Probably because you’re not in Alabama,” Katlyn retorted, a small smile on her face.
Eve spoke, “If you’re from Alabama, why are you in Texas?”
“Road trip! My friends, Pudge, Colonel, and Takumi are still asleep upstairs, and I was going to get bagels or something.”
“Same!” Katlyn said, nonchalantly nodding her head to Alaska, showing their newfound camaraderie. (i.e.. Trying not to act like it was a big deal.)
“So, where are you from?”
“Houston; The adventure has only begun for us.”
“Solid.”
“Cool.”
When Alaska finished her cigarette, she dropped it to the ground and squished it. She pulled a sharpie out of her pocket and began drawing a tulip on the slide-open doors that were failing them at the time.
Evelyn did not express her slight annoyance at that, but it did bug her a little bit. However, when the flower turned out to be pretty, she didn’t mind it. “That’s pretty.”
“Thanks, I draw them all the time, it’s sort of habitual, and possibly unhealthy.”
“Everyone has their thing!” Evelyn smiled. “I mean, I compulsively draw clouds and birds,” She grinned sheepishly. The elevator then made another lurching sound, at which Evelyn screamed, resembling a girl who could not be older than, say, nine or ten. Alaska smiled when the doors clicked open, and the three exchanged goodbyes, Alaska and Katlyn heading into the same direction towards a café, Evelyn getting into a cab.
Katlyn paused for only a second when she saw the two girls in the elevator. One, Alaska Young, was wearing an orange tank top and cutoffs, and she was talked animatedly with the other girl, Evelyn (who was dressed in black skinny jeans and a red shirt with ‘The Academy Is…’ scrawled across the front), about the author Chuck Palahniuk.
Katlyn immediately interjected, “Oh, what’s your favorite Palahniuk novel?” Referring to her favorite author as she noticed the lobby button was already lit up.
Alaska was the first to respond, “Snuff, hands down.”
The elevator came to a screeching halt, fell down past the third floor, and screeched to a stop.
Evelyn’s breathing hitched. “Um… What just happened?”
Alaska raised an eyebrow, “Well, the elevator got stuck,” She said, slowly, as if speaking to a kindergardener. Evelyn bit her lip and got out her phone to text her friend Luke to ask for help, but realized she did not have service.
Katlyn spoke up, “Shouldn’t we… do something?” Alaska pulled a pack of Marlboros out of her pocket with a lighter, and lit a cigarette. Katlyn raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything, and when offered one, she accepted.
Evelyn looked up, “What?! You.. You can’t smoke in the elevator,” She began loud, but then finished softly.
“Why not?”
“Because… it’s… not healthy.”
“I don’t smoke to live, buddy.”
“Well, shouldn’t we be doing something to get out of this situation?”
Katlyn spoke up, “Oh, live and let die, girl.” Katlyn was now sitting on the ground with her iPod playing. She was tapping her red converse-wearing foot to the beat. “Besides, this is a pretty run-down hotel. How many people will actually notice that it hasn’t stopped working? We’re in San Antonio… Nothing happens here.”
“It’s better than Alabama,” Alaska said between drags of her cigarette. Katlyn grinned, knowing she’d get along with the girl. She took one headphone out.
“I’m Katlyn.”
“Alaska.”
“Evelyn. And, Alaska, first, sorry about the yelling, I just don’t really deal well in stressful situations.”
“That’s okay, my friends tell me I can be pretty blunt, so my bad, Eve,” she said, a small smile on her face.
Evelyn also smiled, nervously, and asked, “So, we were going over favorite Palahniuk books? Because mine’s Haunted.”
“Whoa, have you even read Rant?” Katlyn took out her other earbud, smiling slightly.
“I still say Snuff,” Alaska grinned.
The other two girls both laughed, having read Snuff, and knowing the content of it.
“You know, I expected Texas to be a little hotter,” Evelyn said, somewhat distantly, “I’m from northern Indiana, and I’ve heard the stories from my friend.”
“Hey, now! It’s only February! You should come back in July or August,” Katlyn suggested.
“No thanks, Alabama is hot enough for me,” Alaska shuddered at the thought.
“You’re one of them!?” Kaltyn was surprised at Alaska’s home. Alaska had seemed so cool up until that turning point.
“Well, I’m not the type of person to drive a pickup truck with a confederate flag in the back!” All three girls laughed at that comment.
“Oh, here’s the emergency button!” Eve spoke up, pushing the button with a bell on it. They heard the slightest of high-pitched sounds.
“Well, I feel much safer now,” Alaska joked.
“Probably because you’re not in Alabama,” Katlyn retorted, a small smile on her face.
Eve spoke, “If you’re from Alabama, why are you in Texas?”
“Road trip! My friends, Pudge, Colonel, and Takumi are still asleep upstairs, and I was going to get bagels or something.”
“Same!” Katlyn said, nonchalantly nodding her head to Alaska, showing their newfound camaraderie. (i.e.. Trying not to act like it was a big deal.)
“So, where are you from?”
“Houston; The adventure has only begun for us.”
“Solid.”
“Cool.”
When Alaska finished her cigarette, she dropped it to the ground and squished it. She pulled a sharpie out of her pocket and began drawing a tulip on the slide-open doors that were failing them at the time.
Evelyn did not express her slight annoyance at that, but it did bug her a little bit. However, when the flower turned out to be pretty, she didn’t mind it. “That’s pretty.”
“Thanks, I draw them all the time, it’s sort of habitual, and possibly unhealthy.”
“Everyone has their thing!” Evelyn smiled. “I mean, I compulsively draw clouds and birds,” She grinned sheepishly. The elevator then made another lurching sound, at which Evelyn screamed, resembling a girl who could not be older than, say, nine or ten. Alaska smiled when the doors clicked open, and the three exchanged goodbyes, Alaska and Katlyn heading into the same direction towards a café, Evelyn getting into a cab.