I had just finished two exams and I got this idea right away. A little bit crazy, I know.. but I like it! Humour is important at any occasion.

Friday the 13th

CRASH. FIUUUUUU. PRAAANG.

BANG BANG BANG

PRANG CRACK THUMP

THUMP

"Aaaaahhh!"

"Who's there?! What's up?!"

BANG

(Silence)

"Uhh... Kirika? Are you still alive?"

No answer.

"Kirika? Oh, my God!"

Mireille jumps off the bed and runs off to turn on the light.

Then she runs back to their bed.

Kirika's not there.

"Ki... Kirika?"

A hand emerges from under the bed. Kirika's sleepy follows up with her Beretta in the other hand.

"Uhh.. Kirika, what were you doing down there?" asks Mireille with a note of confusion.

"Somebody pushed me off the bed. And I am sure it's you," Kirika answers without any expression. "What happened?"

Mireille grins apologetically. She turns around to face the mess ahead of her. Kirika stands up and looks around as well.

"It seems that somebody entered our apartment," says Mireille seriously. She points at the puddle of water on the floor. Her finger goes on to the broken windows. The rest is still hanging on the hinges. Out there is a big storm with heavy rain. It is still dark.

"I am sure she is not having a great time out there." Her eyes move to the broken plant pots near the window. "Accidentally knocking over the plants. I wonder where she is now."

Kirika walks across the room toward the window.

"He.. hey, Kirika, watch out! They are probably still here!" yells Mireille.

Kirika bends down and looks at the broken pieces of the pots. After that, she stands up and examines the windows.

"What exactly are you looking for?!" asks Mireille impatiently.

Kirika points at the crashed windows.

"There is a big storm out there. It crashed the windows and knocked down one pot standing at the window sill. The rainwater dripped inside and caused this puddle. Then came three shots from you and hit the other pots," Kirika explains like an expert.

Mireille is stunned. Slowly she walks across the room and looks at the broken pieces, too. They are surely hit by bullets. She stares at Kirika unbelievingly.

"But I did hear a girl screaming."

"That was me, because you pushed me off the bed."

"Oh."

(Silence)

"You shall scream more often." Mireille comments. "I didn't recognize your scream."

Kirika nods. "Mm-Hm."

They stand there, face to face. The wind blows hard outside.

Mireille rolls her eyes. "Okay, okay, I made a wrong interpretation of the sounds early in the morning. But that happens to anyone."

Kirika doesn't give any comment. Mireille was hoping that Kirika would say something, just like, "Don't bother, Mireille. It is nothing unusual."

Yes, she says to herself. It's nothing unusual when you mess up your apartment just because the storm bursts inside. She can laugh at the thought. Anyway...

She turns at Kirika, who is still standing at the same spot like before.

"I got to know you a little better due to this occasion." she says.

Kirika puts up a puzzled expression.

"You are as talented as a master-detective. And I can really appreciate it," Mireille adds, smirking.

Kirika looks at the floor with a sheepish smile on her face.

"Not really."

"Come, let's have another hour of sleep. It's two o'clock."

"Um, Mireille... "

Kirika points at the mess beside her. "What about... "

Mireille is down in the mouth.