Amethyst jumped up onto her bed, layed back against her pillows and positioned herself with her hands clasped behind her head. She let out a deep sigh as she looked around at the organised chaos that surrounded her. The piles of trash filled the room from floor to ceiling. Just the way she liked it. Amethyst closed her eyes, intending to take an afternoon nap, but was straight away disturbed by a loud crash.

"Oh, gosh darn it". Pearl. Her voice, shrill, rang out around the whole room, echoing off of the piles of Amethyst's belongings.

"Pearl." Amethyst growled, as she jumped up and off her bed in an instant. "What the hell are you doing in here?"

Pearl appeared in front of Amethyst, holding a black, solid object of unknown origin in one hand, and clutching her other dramatically to the back of her head. "This, this ... this thing just fell on my head. This is just unacceptable Amethyst. Completely unacceptable. Steven comes in here. He could be killed."

"That thing is part of a rock I smashed in Kindergarten. And it was trying to tell you to get out of my room." Amethyst screamed at Pearl, as she pulled out her whip and widened her feet to get better balance.

"Now come on Amethyst." Pearl said with a nervous chuckle. "Don't be unreasonable. I am merely suggesting that we tidy your room. It hardly warrants such a violent response."

Amethyst bit her lip as she realised that Pearl was right. At least about the violence. She put her whip away and said with a sigh "Fine. I don't want to hurt you. But seriously, get out. It's my room and I don't want to tidy it." She pouted.

"You don't see do you Amethyst? This is not a request. I demand that you help me tidy this cesspit." Pearl's voice got higher as she spoke, until it was almost a shriek. Realising this, she cleared her throat and stopped talking. She stuck her nose in the air and sniffed. "I have had quite enough of this nonsense." She said, in a normal octave. "You know, I read somewhere once that the state of one's room reflects the state one's mind and vice versa. Looking at this" she spread her arms out, gesturing towards the whole of Amethyst's room, "I should say your mind is a psychologist's wet dream."

"Don't psychoanalysis me, Pearl."

"The term is psychoanalyse." Pearl said haughtily. "As if I would. Freud was a crazy old fool. You should have seen his Oedipus Theory. He suggested that children want to -" Pearl, starting to ramble, was cut off by Amethyst.

"If my mind is a mess, this is why. You. You always correct me. You always tell me to tidy my room. You undermine every decision I make. " Amethyst spoke loudly, her voice filled with vehemence. She then started to speak in barely more than a whisper as her eyes began to fill with tears. "You hate me because I can never be as perfect as you. I used to tidy my room, to try to please you. It was never good enough for you though, so I gave up."

Pearl's cheeks had turned a hue of light blue, as she blushed. Tears had welled up in the corner of her eyes. She stared at Amethyst, not knowing what to do or say. Her lips quivered as she held back tears. "I don't h - even understand why you have half of this stuff." She whipped around and grabbed a hold of a flag pole that suck out from one of Amethyst's piles. "I mean, why on Earth do you need a flag from." She gave the pole a tug, wanting to see what was upon the flag. It wouldn't move, and she grunted as she placed her feet upon the bottom of the garbage tower and gave the flag another pull. It still didnt budge, and Pearl fell flat on her skinny backside. "Oh" She gasped.

The tower rumbled, and began to tumble down. Pearl stared up at it in horror.

"Pearl, move it. Now."

Pearl didn't move.

"Get up!" Amethyst wanted to run towards Pearl and shove her out of the way, but knew that would result in them both being buried under the tower, and then they would be in a pickle. Pearl would be proud of her for not acting rashly.

Pearl couldn't move, petrified, frozen with fear. She stared up at the tower as it fell down on her. Her hands shook as she pressed then against her forehead. "Amethyst, help me." She hissed, before the whole tower, no longer able to support itself crashed down upon her.