Miranda and everyone in her neighborhood knew one thing about her. She got bored faster very quickly. If a moment wasn’t exciting, dramatic, or at least a little chaotic, she was already looking for the next thing to chase. She’d wander through the city with her big hoop earrings hoping something, anything, would spark a little thrill in her day.
Most afternoons, she’d end up at the plaza where all the boys. Miranda didn’t pretend to care about hobbies or responsibilities. She wanted fun, and fun usually came with a cute smile and good hair. She’d lean against the railing, pretending she wasn’t watching them, even though she absolutely was. The boys tried to impress her with tricks on their bikes or jokes that weren’t even funny, but she loved the attention anyway.
One day, though, she got tired of the same old routine. The boys were predictable, the plaza was predictable, and even the compliments were starting to sound recycled. So she wandered off, letting her feet take her somewhere new. She found herself in a quiet alley painted with neon graffiti, the colors glitching in the sunlight like the world was shifting just for her. For once, she wasn’t bored, she felt like she’d stepped into a place that matched her energy, bright and restless and a little unreal.
Of course, it didn’t take long before she heard footsteps behind her. A group of boys from the plaza had followed, curious about where she’d disappeared to. Miranda smirked. Maybe she got bored easily, but she also knew how to make life interesting. With the sun rays glowing around her like an aura, she realized she didn’t have to chase fun. She was the fun. And wherever she went, the boys would always find their way to her.
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