The Young and the Homeschooled: Episode 2
Previously on The Young and the Homeschooled, the marketing consultants Brooke and Nikki are hired by local gym owner, Daniel Thomas. At the end of their first meeting, they run into Pam—Silver Lake’s very own fervent protestor.
“Oh my gosh! Pam!! Is that you??”
“Nikki? Brooke? I haven’t seen you two since highschool...what are you doing here?”
*policeman handcuffs Pam*
“Excuse me ladies, this woman is under arrest under two counts of assault with a blunt weapon and running from the law, if you don’t mind--please step aside.”
* Nikki and Brooke exchange glances*
“Oh, officer, are you sure that’s necessary? *Nikki flips hair* I’m sure a man of your standing has much more important responsibilities to see to besides a silly little assault charge. I’m sure the incident with the protest sign was just a misunderstanding. . .We know Mr. Thomas personally, and I’m sure he’d drop the charges once he knew the situation. . .”
“Hah, well I guess I am pretty busy, and you both seem to be very upstanding young ladies. I guess I’ll let it slide this time. Just make sure your friend here stays away from picket signs from now on.”
“Oh, anything you say officer, you know the law best.”
*tearing his eyes away from Nikki, officer releases Pam and returns to his cop car*
“Wow, girls, thanks. Since I bought those 2,000 acres of rainforest, my bank account has been drained. I would have never been able to afford bail.”
“Oh, anything for an old friend. . .so what all have you been up to since high school?”
“Oh, nothing that amazing. . .Once I graduated high school, I went to SSPA in Juno on a full scholarship. I later lived with a kindly family of Eskimos and learned about the Yukon while I finished my doctoral studies through correspondence. I wrote my dissertation on the ecological composite of the tundra as it relates to Spirotum Nutaus.”
“Wow. . .so uh, how’d you end up down here?”
“Well, my doctoral graduation ceremony was last weekend, and I saw these horrid ad campaigns for this Danny’s Dumbbells place and couldn’t resist a good ol’ fashioned protest march. . .what brings you girls here? Wait, you’re not with these chauvinistic, capitalistic cads are you??”
“uhhh. . .wow, I sure am hungry, how about you, Brooke?”
“Yeah, I’m starved. . .c’mon Pam, let’s go talk about old times over lunch…”
Brooke, Pam and I had all grown up in the same gated community, complete with 24-7 rent-a-cops and swimming pools. Our families summered together in Alsace-Lorraine, a chateau in France, complete with tennis courts and swimming pools(and very beaux monsieurs). Pam’s family was part of an activist group that traveled the nation protesting “atrocious violations of human, animal, and plant rights.” They had stayed in the L.A. area for the better part of Pam’s childhood; however, when the Spirotum Nutaus’ (Spiro Nut Tree, used for its sap in the manufacturing of picture frames) existence was threatened due to increased production of spironut glue, Pam’s family felt that something needed to be done immediately and thus moved to Alaska. The Sadie Hawkins dance in 10th grade was the last time we ever got to see her.
*Nikki, Brooke, and Pam get back from lunch and enter Danny’s Dumbbells only to be waylaid by the receptionist, Gigi*
“Yoohoo!! Girls!! ”
*Nikki and Brooke exchange glances*
“Hey, Gigi…enjoy your lunch?”
“Yes, yes, now Nikki I’ve been wondering where you were. You’ll never guess who I ran into at the hardware store! I was shopping for spironut glue for Christmas crafts you know, and--”
“Did you just say spironut glue?!?”
“I’m sorry dear, have we met?”
“Ah, yes—Gigi, this is Pam, a friend of ours from way back…Pam, this is Gigi, Mr. Thomas’s receptionist.”
“Did you have any idea that the spirotum nutaus is an endangered nut in over 28 states??”
“Oh, no I didn’t dear, that sounds just dreadful…now where was I…well anyway, Nikki—I went up to pay and guess who was in line in front of me!!”
“Who?”
“Well, I don’t remember his name, dear, but he’s a regular customer at the gym, and you two would look just darling together!”
“Well, I uh…”
“Oh no, you can’t back out—I told him all about you—how’s this Saturday night?”
“What!?!”
“Yes, he’ll be here at 5.” | 
I think I'll phone Gilad to tell him I wanna cook later for him and me at my apartment. Candelight dinner 
