Stomping up to her room, Andie yelled out the door, “Yes Mom I know! God just calm down. We can go in a minute! No one is going to die if I check my Facebook!” She slammed her door for some privacy and walked over to her desk, opening her laptop.
“God, it’s always jump, jump, jump, now, now, now,” Andie mumbled while putting in her password; she opened a web browser and typed the URL.
I really need to set my home page, but I’d have to figure out how to set my home page. God. It was just too much effort for her to figure it out.
Slowly scrolling down the page, everyone was talking about parties they were going to this weekend, the opening of a new club in Tacoma, oh yeah, and that sweet denim sale that was going on this weekend. To miss that would be criminal.
She was just about to shut her computer off when a new post bounced at the top of her page, a video from Shavian Quinn. Her profile picture was her, smiling out from behind a pair of mirrored aviator glasses, her red hair filling the rest of the frame.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Andie said to the computer. “You naughty girl, get off the book.” She laughed and pressed play.
The video started with a black screen and there were mumbled voices in the background, but Andie was sure that one of them was Shavian, judging by the tone.
“Don’t tell me you ass posted? God girl, this has to be a first in social networking. Leave it to you.” She sat forward to try and hear what was being said, anything she could tease her friend with when she saw her next.
Then the picture flashed to life and you could see a gray blue sky blur, then come into focus; it sounded like she was on a freeway. The camera flashed over tall grass, then it turned to face a pale-looking Shavian. She was wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand like she’d be been sick. “Come on, give me the dial pad,” she murmured under her breath as she leaned down into the camera, and her finger could be heard tapping just below the picture.
With eyes unfocused, she tapped at her phone and just behind Shavian a second girl came into the picture. She was either really tall or was standing over a sitting Shavian; she had long yellow blond hair. “Hey, that’s pretty, can I see it?”
Shavian’s eyes got bigger, then she looked back at her from the camera and her blazing hair covered the screen. “I need to make a call, but after that I’ll let you look at it.”
“Just let me see it for a second,” the other girl said.
Then the phone lifted up and Andie could see Shavian sitting in a field of long grass on her knees as the phone was passed to the blond. The blond looked down into the camera, letting one blue eye fill the picture before it zoomed back and brought all her features into view once more.
Then it was airborne, flipping once, showing two men and a van with the side door open. Then it was spinning faster, out over asphalt as colored streaks of cars passed before the phone. The fight didn’t last long before it fell to the pavement, somehow avoiding any moving cars before hitting. It clattered along a few more rotations before it came to a stop, face up. A large yellow Hummer bore down on it with the license plate, “IM HUMN.” Then black, video ended.
Andie jumped back and scrambled for her phone. “Oh God someone is going to die.”