p data-p-id="8439d287274e7a39b605fba2485ac425"Even the Doubleshot Energy Cinnamon Dolce couldn't keep her awake. Sara allowed herself to succumb to dreams of happy chaos as her face relished the supple leather of the backseat, her perfect hair shielding the light from her face. Katrina sat on the other side, her green eyes glued to the widescreen hovering over her wrist and the limo bounced down the swollen highway./p
p data-p-id="c0eb3ab7b4615a065750d6613669dbdc"Silence typically occupied their mobile office. It had been an unsung rule between them ever since they went to elementary school together. Mornings were quiet, afternoons exciting... at least that's how they used to be./p
p data-p-id="ed3e6091ce609cf3548d8f31c5d4f18f"Katrina looked up at her sister, an older, taller version of her, with the same green eyes, auburn hair and narrow waist. Even when exhausted, she looked ready to go on a date. Then again, everyday felt like dating a time bomb. A duffel bag was clutched in her arms like a big Barbie doll, dwarfing her slim arms in her grasp. The Snapout! article about pencil skirts' comeback didn't seem so enticing anymore. Her eyes flickered through group texts, Snapchat and Oodles before settling on media more intellectual and meaningful./p
p data-p-id="0954c6a9718e70076a138b0906687e89"Katrina shut off the holographic screen on her wrist and put in her head-buds. The warmth of her ears triggered the playlist to enter her ears via silvertooth. She turned to face the world outside and listened to an introductory clip of "Wind it Up" by Rob Thomas before transitioning to the smoothly intellectual voice of Carl Walker, also known as the Ballroom Philosopher.../p
p data-p-id="d9871884135da1331cf9c297177b8d7c""Welcome to the freshest episode yet. Hope you all are doing awesomely today. Sky seems like it's pissed off about something... I just don't know what. All I know is that I saw the North Star this morning, so I know something is going to go well today./p
p data-p-id="d2b617c602fb2beb73a05eb90fab7353""Y'know, I was talking to a bunch of friends last night and we came up with a very interesting thing about us. About humans.../p
p data-p-id="c702161f268706ee243575dcfdab3512"We bunch together like schools of fish, each to their own group. I know I talked a lot about being ourselves and making others accept us for who we are. But there's also a very interesting thing about fish. They tend to swim together in very tight knit groups, like without any elbow room, well that would be if they had elbows./p
p data-p-id="a12a57ffa97153ff96d1e607f9833eae""Anyway, scientists have proven that this is a defense mechanism embedded in every ichthyoid. They stay together to survive. To not die, ya know? So if we are so much more advanced than fish, why don't we do that?/p
p data-p-id="08250101934ed8032c936c1e0c3e5937"I mean, fish are primitive species, don't get me wrong, but it would seem counter-evolutionary to go off in our own ways, to purposely be different just to express yourself when it isn't good for survival. Maybe we should be a part of society just until we could do something different..."/p
p data-p-id="fc9736825651c34e3e858cdf30dce27a"The limousine turned off of the highway. The only path standing between them and their private school was a straight line and twenty buses attempting to squeeze into one narrow valet spot./p
p data-p-id="13151b4e400718d7e2ebf1af2844ec31""...Then there's the salmon, who's main challenge is swimming upstream. If it doesn't, it dies with no legacy of baby salmon living on its name. So the only way to make a legacy is to go with the flow until the time comes to jump the stream. That time is up to you all. Think about it. See you tomorrow, beloved audience. Always think out loud and wind it up..."/p
p data-p-id="a5013b27863b1b3570be40b7ca19720f"Even after 20 episodes, he still didn't explain what "wind it up" meant./p
p data-p-id="68cbc40c7f912e25a7c395674f9f65fb"Maybe it's a college thing, she thought, as she gave one swift nudge to Sara's leg to give her time to wake up and fix her hair. They would kiss each other on the cheek and leave from different doors, each waiting for the day to end for a different reason./p