S.A.R.A.H.

:Click: The voice recorder started playing.

“I’d like to ask you some questions for a little survey I’m conducting.” A female voice was emitted from the recording.

“Alright, Shoot.” Sarah Livingston responded with a bored tone.

“Thanks. Well, what are your views on love?” A long pause ensued and Sarah cleared her throat.

“I don’t know. I mean I’ve never experienced it. I don’t essentially know anything about it besides the crap they feed us normally.” The interviewer interrupted her.

“What crap they feed us? Please, specify.” Some shuffling was heard and Sarah continued.

“Well, you know all the damsel in distress gets rescued by a knight in shining armor or prince charming. I don’t really believe in those types of fairy tales. If anything, people need to read the real German fairy tales. Disney is a lie. Love isn’t just the cutesy stuff. It also has its other side. You know, when someone rejects you and all that.

“What about sexual relationships?” Sara sighed airily.

“Most people don’t care to save themselves until marriage. I don’t really care. I guess when the time comes I’ll put everything in perspective or whatever.”

“Okay, what about sexual orientation?” Sara laughed apparently amused at the question.

“Sorry, I’m just surprised you ask me that. I’m bi so I guess that means I’m cool with any way people swing. I have a couple of lesbian and gay friends. I think people are just repeating history with the whole banning of same sex marriages. It’s kind of like the African Americans and how they were treated. God, white people were on something when they thought in the confederate way. Civilizing them, taking them out of their natural habitat, which was like a jungle to justify our actions for keeping them as slaves. I believe in the Greek way of soul mates. They thought our life purpose was to find our soul mates whether they be the same sex or opposite.”

“So, you believe in soul mates, Sarah?” The surveyor asked curiously.

“Err. I guess. I mean it’s taking it a bit too far for it to be our life purpose but sure.” Sarah told her a bit awkwardly.

“What about relationships built on friendships?” Sarah moaned.

“Oh god, have you been talking to the resident rumor mill? I told those idiots I’m not involved with Pa-I mean Brendan.” She corrected herself not aware that her interviewer knew fully well what she was going to call her best friend.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. I wasn't asking because of your relationship with Brendan.” The recorder apologized.

“It’s alright. I just get it so much. I feel like strangling someone. Anyway, people usually say it’s better to have had a friendship with someone before you pursue a romantic attachment to them because you know them better and blah. I guess it's a good thing to be friends before actually establishing a real relationship with them.”

“Alright, how about women in the army?”

“I support it all the way. Men and women should be able to do the same things. Maybe not at the same level in some stuff but they should be able to do the same.”

“And politics?”

“Democrat. Hopefully, one day we‘ll have a female president.”

“Drug abuse and alcohol abuse?”

“Drugs mess you the fuck up. Alcoholism is something you can never get rid of.”

“Smoking?”

“Slow way of suicide and fills your lungs up with black gunk. I do smoke occasionally. I don‘t consider myself an addict since by occasionally, I mean once or twice a month.”

“Uh…suicide?”

“If they go get help and nobody cares then they’re screwed. Let them blow their brains out if they know it’s not just a temporary escape.”

“Err…”

“Oh, Girls might attempt it more but I’m sure it’s not just with pills. It can get messy and violent.”

“What about music? Rap? Country?”

“My favorite is probably rock. I’m okay with Country unless it’s like stereotypical crap. Rap is fine as long as it’s not blasting in my ears about pimps with booty-licious whores. Some lyrics are pretty good. I grew up with Oldies and Disco. Right now, I’m really fond of Avenged Sevenfold and H.I.M.”

“Religion?”

“No, I’m not a Satanist. I do not practice voodoo on my fellow classmates. I am not going to set off a bomb in the cafeteria. I am not the fourth antichrist. I was born into a Christian family but I’m studying Paganism against my parent’s will. I do get nervous in a church but that has to do with my claustrophobia.”

“Fears?”

“Small spaces. Speeches. Being along. Strangers. Teachers with bad tempers. Preps armed with perfume and hairspray.” Sarah laughed.

“What about the clique divisions in our school?”

“They should be diminished. Totally obliterated. It’s ridiculous how we act just because of it. Bullying and shit. That’s how Columbine started.”

“How do you think we can break the divisions?”

“Easy. Get a prep to go out with a goth. Ha. Well, it’ll take more work than that, but I think if we actually put forward an effort people would actually go with it.” Sarah answered seriously.

“Would you put the effort?”

“I already am.” Sarah replied cryptically.

“Could you specify?”

“Well, I hang out with tennis jock #1.”

“I heard my title. What vicious rumors are you spreading about me now, Sarah?” A male voice joined into the conversation.

“Oh, just that you have lucky charms themed boxers.” Sarah responded innocently.

“Was that a badly concealed crack about my heritage?” They were unaware that she was still recording the talk.

“No. I would never dream of cracking on your Irish heritage.” Sarah said smoothly in a serious tone.

“Don’t lie to me, you little gremlin.” Sarah squeaked.

“Don’t tickle me!” Brendan Reilly chuckled. The surveyor coughed uncomfortably.

“I’ll be leaving now. Thank you for participating in this.”

“Don’t you want to ask Brendan some questions?” Sarah asked slapping away Brendan’s hands.

“Owww.”

“No, not right now. I have to add this to the others. I’m sure someone will get to him in time.”

“Oh, okay.”

The recording stopped with another click.

“Excellent. Good job, you may include her into our plans.” A masked female congratulated her subordinate.

“The next meeting will be today, correct?” Another masked individual asked.

“Yes, that is when you’ll present the case.”

“Okay, I’ll be off to find the others.” The chief masked female was left alone.

“Yes, the boundaries are soon to be broken. Finally.”

A/N: Well, BIBW (Beauty Inside Barbed Wire) is a nice story BUT I'm way too wrapped up in a lot of troubles so I decided to start a new story. A more drama-ish one. This is a kind of introduction to the characters. I personally like Gremlins....at least the fluffy furby look a like ones. Though, the others ones have their merits.