She picked out a white pair of jeans and a white, button-down, sleeveless top which was cut to leave a smidgeon of bare skin around her navel, and hopped in the shower. She finished flicking her bean and washed up, got dressed, scarfed down a bowl of Froot Loops, and then drove to school in her shiny new yellow Volkswagen bug.
First period U.S. History was a yawn-fest as usual, but second period English Literature was a bit more promising. They were discussing the Shakespearian classic, Romeo and Juliet, which always got a rise out of Julie as her namesake met her bitter demise at the end, and Julie sat next to Vicky, who was sharp with her wit and never failed to keep Julie in stitches.
"Do you think you'd like to live back in those times?" Vicky asked her.
Time had been flying by, and there was now less than ten minutes before the bell would sound and class would end. Mrs. Jean had finished her lecture and allowed them that time to finish their classwork. Julie wrinkled her nose. "No way. No TV, no cars, no internet, no phones, no plumbing, no air-conditioning. Fuck that shit."
"Yeah, but you'd get to say really cool shit like, 'Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?'"
Julie cackled. "I do bite my thumb at you, sir. Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?"
"Nah, I just got some shit stuck in my teeth."
Julie laughed again, and wondered aloud, "How many fights do you think got started that way? Some poor asshole is picking food from his teeth and some other macho motherfucker starts talking shit."
"Probably a l..." Vicky was interrupted when several men stormed into the classroom brandishing guns. They barged in with no interest in subtlety, and everyone saw them. Julie sucked air over her teeth, and she heard the gasps and startled cries cascade amongst her classmates.