Time Waster # 45 -- New Looks

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--Time Waster # 45--

Sal: CAMERON, HURRY UP!

Cami: I'M COMING! DON'T GET YOUR PANTIES IN A TWIST!

Sal: DON'T SAY THAT NASTY WORD!

Cami: *Stomps down the stairs with her duffel bag* STOP NAGGING ME, MOTHER!

Sal: WHAT!? WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME!?

Cami: Gosh, you sound like Sophia.

Sal: O_O Oh goodness...

Cami: Yeah, let's just go. Are the girls at your house?

Sal: Yep.

*AT SAL'S HOUSE - IN THE BATHROOM LOCATED IN SAL'S ROOM (A/N: I didn't know how else to word that...)*

Sal: OW, KAYDIE!

Kaydie: Quit complaining, Sal! Beauty is pain!

Sal: Well if it's painful then I don't want it!

Kaydie: YES YOU DO NOW SHUT UP AND LET ME DO YOUR HAIR!

Cami: *Stifles her laughter*.

Sal: Shut up, Cameron!

Cami: *Sticks her tongue out at Sal and runs into the bathroom*.

Cheyenne: Are you guys almost done?

Kaydie: No! We're trying to get the dye in but she just keeps squirming!

Sal: IT BURNS!

Kaydie: That's because you've never dyed your hair before.

Sal: And I'll never do it again after this!

Cami: Get over it Sal, this was your idea.

Sal: I didn't know it would be so painful.

Cami: *Rolls her eyes*.

Sophia: I personally don't see how this is going to help you have a better shot at getting into college.

Sal: I thought that if we looked different, maybe they'd just think we had the same names as the criminal-us.

Cheyenne: People still know, though. Do I really need to remind you of the letters you two received from all the colleges you applied to?

*FLASHBACK*

*AT AN ICE CREAM SHOP*

Cami & Sal: *Are sitting at a small table in a dark corner of the shop, whispering to each other*.

Sal: You got the stuff?

Cami: *Looks around the room as she slides a small stack of envelopes onto the table* Yeah. You?

Sal: Yup. *Slaps her own small stack of envelopes on the table*.

Cami: Hey! Could you be a little less obvious??

Sal: *Sighs* Cami, can we stop pretending this is a spy movie? They're just letters from colleges.

Cami: Well fine, if you wanna take the fun out of it.

Sal: *Rolls her eyes* Let's open the ones from UCLA.

Cami: Right. *Rips open her letter at the same time Sal does*.

Sal: Sal Thunder, we regret to inform you that you have not been accepted to UCLA. You are, in fact, too much of a scary pyromaniac. We do not want you setting fire to any parts of our school, or locking any of the other students in the basme- OKAY THAT WAS ONE TIME! *Grumbles* They got out just fine, anyway.

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