New Chick

Uni-cycling clowns and tightrope walking idiots wobbled around me as I approached the troupe “Auntie”.

“Hey, who’s the new chick?”

“Which one?”

“That one over there, with legs up to her armpits.”

“Don’t know. She just got here.”

“Another one of his projects?”

“Probably.”

Conversation paused while we surveyed the new chick with interest.

“Where’s she from?”

“Melbourne. Some private school.”

“Really? She doesn’t look like a snob.”

“No. I think she tried to kill the headmaster or something.”

“Really? Cool. What’s her speciality?”

“No idea. Probably something to do with having legs up to your armpits.”

“Yeah, probably. So, when’s initiation?”

“Don’t know. Talk to the M&M’s.”

“She looks young.”

“Well, that’s how he likes them, isn’t it? Young and gullible.”

“True. Shit, she’s coming over here.”

“She’s got guts, I’ll give her that much.”

She stood before us.
All bright blue eyes and legs up to her arm pits.
Then she raised her hands and began speaking our language.

“Wow – A private school snob with guts AND shit. And did you know that gullible is spelled wrong in the dictionary? Look it up. I dare you.”

She spoke the last few words with sarcasm dripping from her fingers.

Apparently the new chick speaks Sign.