“Hey, Rosie Posie, what’s up?”
Cloudy day and Jordan was hangin out smokin’ an herbal cigarette when his phone started vibrating.
“Nothing, just mad as hell at this whole voting thing, I’ve lived in this country for 16 bloody years, I think I have a right to choose who the heck runs it!”
Jordan smiled and rolled his eyes as he took a drag. Typical Rose. “Just wait until we start voting online and then you can just lie about your age. Just like you do to sign those online petitions of yours!”
He knew exactly what she was about to say: “Its a conspiracy!” Aha! There she goes, he thought, prepared for a rant.
“By the time we can vote online, I’ll be able to vote! I swear if Obama doesn’t win, I’m going on strike! 18 is such a ridiculous age. I’m half expecting to die on my 18th birthday! You can join the military and kill people, smoke cigarettes and kill yourself with all that death you can’t expect anyone to know who to vote for!”
“That’s the point…” is all he had to say for her to go on.