high-octane.

     “The NEW KIDS, Miggy!”

     “Congrats on your low standards.”

     “I don’t take the notes.” And its closed.

     “Wow, you sure told me, being about as threatening as a hamster.” She quickly sped beside her, just to lean on her shoulder. “I can break hypersonic speeds in less than a nanosecond. You are no threat to me.” She patted the girl’s head, back to her front in an instant. “So just make sure you stay in your own lane, blondie. And I’ll happily keep to mine.”

     “Funny, don’t remember anybody ASKING.” She sticks a finger to the other’s shoulder, leaning in. “Listen up newbie, you don’t mess with me or my team, and it’s all gonna be sunshine and rainbows. You do something to tick me or them off... I hyper speed you to the north pole. Capiche?”

     “Talkin’ to YOU, princess purple. Or are your ears broken?”

     “They’re LOOKIN’ at me funny again-”

     “Oh, pft. You one of those new losers that just got here?”

      “We don’t want any.” And now it’s closed.

     “It’s called detention, pretty boy. Get used to it.”

     “Because I saw it in a movie once. Now stand still.”

this is still my most important icon

LIKE for a thing from the speed gremlin

     “Being FAST, mother@#$%^&”