Later in the afternoon, a thunderstorm strikes Seattle. I lay in bed listening to the girls bicker. "Well I want to go see Alita, so it's final." Maya declares.

"No, Captain Marvel is getting so much hate, plus she's a superhero, so we're going to support the movie!" Kristin spits. "Just because you want something doesn't make it a law."

"Guys chill, raise your hand if you want to see Captain Marvel." Yasmine raises her hand and so does Kristin.

Maya turns to look at me. "Well?" She says in a posh tone. I don't like Maya, she's a spoil brat and childish, but she was also my roommate, unlike Yasmine and Kristin, she was unrelatable to the type of girls they were. Yasmine was nice and Kristin was pretty outspoken. The two had values that I had. Maya has none. She was the type of girl who calls her daddy and gets money from him instead of toughing it out. She was also the typical pretty girl who wants the hot boy just because. I could say Captain Marvel...but I'm not a bitch. Maya has feelings, I didn't want her alone in the theater, plus guys would target her. "Alita"

"Lames!" Kristin waves her arms.

"Okay, it's solved, meetup at Chick Fil A after."

Light rain hits onto my umbrella and wind blows like crazy. I bump into city goers on a packed street, apologizing. Me and Maya run into the cinema last, wiping our faces. "Shit." She complains. "I'm gonna go dry off my jeans." We all end up following her. Inside a restroom we blow dry our pastel colored jeans and fix our hair. "This is not working...you guys wanna run to Rue21, it's just across the street."

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"It's not that serious..." Kristin adds. "Come on, the previews are probably over."

We grab popcorn, nachos and Pepsi, then split up to different theaters, throwing up our middle fingers, Yasmine made her looks chic, kissing the tip. Kristen made her's into machine guns. Maya did a quick one, innocent like. Mines was just regular. Inside, the beginning of Alita had started. An old man in a junkyard holds a head and neck that belonged to a flawless, robot girl. We take at seat at the very top. The theater is half packed. Maya types a hashtag on her Insta along with a selfie: #AlitaChallenge "So, tell me about yourself."

This catches me off guard while hard rain beats on the celling and talking comes from the screen. "Um...well, I'm kinda of a feminist."

"It's either you are or you aren't."

"Well actually their are many types, I'm just the traditional type, the kind that just wants equality and respect, not the type that wants more than a man has, or don't wear any pads while on their period."

"Eww."

"Yeah, it's gross."

"Okay, smarty pants, what are you majoring in?"

"Psychology, I'm pretty good at figuring people out, so I'm giving it a shot. My backup is TSA, just in case." A scene of Alita waking up in bed with a new body shows on the screen.

"So..." Maya types on her phone again. "What's your 411 on me?"

"You don't want to know."

"A spoiled fucking brat, I heard it all, boo." She winks at me.

"Yes, but I also think you're pretty old fashioned and only have guys on your mind and no self worth. You'll fit perfectly into a dramatic black and white film."

Maya laughs. "Says the one who just said she's traditional."

"That was on a totally different subject."

She locks her phone and turns to me. "Guys want girls who are dependent and dumb...they hate independent know it alls, I found that out the hard way and I adjusted myself, now I have no trouble with guys because their dicks love damsels and being the hero to save them. Strong women are guys kryptonite." She sits back and watches the screen, sipping her drink through a straw. The movie plays a scene of Alita on a busy street with the old man. She spots a dark haired boy on a futuristic bike.