Wake up, Kara. C'mon. Wake up! We gotta go c'mon.
Who the frak is waking me up this frakkin early? Gods dammit.
"Laura! What the hell? It's so frakkin early. The sun's not even out yet. Seriously…" I lied on my back, pulled my covers up over my head and groaned. She had all of the lights on in the room, including the dozen around her vanity mirror where she was looking into to put on her makeup. As usual.
"Kara, do what day this is?"
"A day where I have to dress up and look pretty to make you look good. As always."
"No! Gods dammit, Kara… Today is the day the guys get back! You know… from that mission they refused to tell us about. I can't wait to see Bill." She paused. I heard the smack of lips that told me she was putting on lip stick or something. I sighed, feeling the warmth of my breath on my skin under my sheets. I thought I heard the creak of her stool as I was faling back into a hopeful sleep.
"GODS DAMMIT LAURA! DO YOU HAVE THE AC ON OR SOMETHING? IT'S LIKE THE FRAKKIN NORTH POLE IN HERE."
"No, it's not. Calm the frak down. You need to get up. I cannot allow you to go out of the house looking like a schlub. C'mon. I already laid out you clothes for you. And your favorite boots." She sighed as she went back into the closet, probably looking for something for her to wear. Which will take about 3 hours…
"Dude," she popped her head out of the closet and looked at me with a death glare. A glare that would make anyone move faster than the speed of light. Even if she didn't have her glasses on. "Get up or I will pull you out of that bed by your toenails."
"Fine! I'm going, I'm going." Gods I hate her so much sometimes…