Altansetseg

i there. I'm an astronaut. Blah. Tissues," says Tre Cool. (YAY! THAT'S ME!)

"OMFGZ! NO WAY! I like tissues."

"¿Como te llamas?"

"OH MY GOD! LLAMAS!"

"Yes, llamas. What is your name?"

"Altansetseg Anne Wright!"

"Hello, Altan....Kozu."

"Hey Tre. Tehe, that rhymes!"

"So does your face!"

"So what is it like being an astronaut?"

"I'm not really an astronaut. I'm a drummer!"

"That's freaking awesome."

"You know it! I play the fucking shit out of the drums!"

"Tehe...shit."

We go on like that for a while. This girl rocks my face off! I wonder how a girl like her ends up here.

"So...what happened to your parents?" I ask her.

"Well..." she says, obviously a little bit hurt, "I've never seen my dad. And my mom died of AIDS when I was five.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"But more importantly," she says in a happier tone, "why are you here? Or do I even want to know?"

"Well, I got a DUI, ran over a few too many Asians...and you know how it goes."

"Are you serious?" She starts cracking up laughing.

"Stop laughing at me!"

"I'll laugh at you if I want to laugh at you!" she says, smacking me on the head.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"I don't know."

"ALTANSETSEG!" Mrs. Walrus yells obnoxiously.

"Well, I guess I have to go. See you later, Tre."

"See ya later, Kozu."