Two girls on the bus, about 15. Chewing gum; eyeliner.

One: My bus.
Two: What? No.
One: It's my bus I called it.
Two: You can't call animals.
One: Yes I can you can call anything.
Two: No cuz remember Andy kept trying to call people and we decided.
One: No. Everything he was calling was stupid.
Two. Well, anyway. (long pause) That bus emptied out quick.
One: Yeah, everybody got off that bus.
(long pause)
Two: Our parents are like totally in it for us, huh? We have the same curfew, and they're talking to each other all the time. They're like best friends and we didn't even know it.
(long pause)
One: I can't wait 'til my parents go to Burning Man. Cuz I got the key and there's nothing—they can—do a—bout it.
Two: Does your Dad let you?
One: Yeah, but he doesn't really care.
Two: My favorite thing now? Is that I know the password to the answering machine.
One: Oh, you do?
Two: Yeah, I can totally check all the messages. Do you guys have an answering machine?
One: No.
Two: I thought you did.
One: We do but it never like picks up and you can hear it. It's like (stretches arms wide) out there in cyberspace. It sucks dick.
(long pause)
Two: Yeah, when your parents go to Burning Man we should hang out.
One: Yeah, totally.