It was right before their senior homecoming, and Radisson was desperately trying to remove a water spot from her beloved dress. She heard the door open downstairs. "RAMADA! Is that you?!" "Nope, it's your mom!" Radisson sighed, not only becasue of her dress, but because she knew it really was Ramada, Ramada being the silly girl that she is. "Hey girl, come help me up here!" "Hey foo'! Howz it hangin'?!" Ramada exclaimed, coming up the stairs. "God Ramada, just accept the fact that you're white," Radisson sighed. That crazy homegirl. "I know I'm white!" she exclaimed. "No you don't! You don't know NUTHIN'!" "You startin' somethin' with me, BITCH?" "So what's the problem?" "Well, being the dumbass that I am, I spilled wawa on my dress." "Oh dear. Well, it looks like it's drying okay. Ih-sall-good." Ramada looked at her friend, happy to know that soon they would do what they have wanted to do since they met that faithful day in 5th grade math class. The only thing that stood in her way was itchy panythose. Damn those horrible machinations. "The dance in an an hour," Radisson reminded her sometimes schizo friend. "When are you getting dressed?" "Shah, right, girl! I AM dressed!!!" Radisson sighed at her friend, standing there, in her ripped up jeans and her Fubu shirt. "That won't do," she told her. "Aight, i was jk, jk. I got my dress and tiara in the pick-up." Radisson then watched as Ramada used her favorite line from 'Yell', that movie that just came out. "I'll be right BACK!!!" Spit went flying everywhere, even on radisson's dress! She screamed, "You mofo asshole-bitch!!!!! GET!!!!! OUT!!!!!!!!!!!" Her primal scream was that of the Beast from the movie 'Beauty and the Beast'.