From the other bed of our small hotel room, I glare at her. “Oh yeah?” I reply icily, “Watch this.” My movements become so exaggerated that it looks like I’m doing the Worm instead of a mock-sexual dance.

She rolls her eyes and drawls, “That’s what you think, antelope-lion.” Leaning back, she shoves another handful of colorful M&M's into her mouth. I follow suit and reply,

“Well, you’re just a lion-antelope, I mean what good are they, they just, um, well what good are they anyway?” My brain is too frazzled to be articulate; to hell with that. We grab the pillows and resume our non-verbal battle when Rachel walks out of the bathroom freshly showered to see what all the racket is about.

“What the hell are you doing, Jennifer?!” she barks at me. My name isn’t Jennifer. It’s Jenny, legally. At this, Michaela stops the humping match and starts cracking up hysterically. The fit lasts for about ten minutes. Roshni, our other roommate walks in just then and throws her hands up in frustration, then promptly leaves again to grab a soda. This is going to be a long night.

A few hours later we’re all settled into bed. After a long night of humping, eating, and laughing, I’m only too happy to turn in. I glance at the clock. 2:01. Closing my eyes I let out a slow, blissful sigh. Sleep is just taking over when a sharp kick in the side wakes me from any chance of dozing off. I sit up and angrily demand of Rachel a “What the hell was that?” She lays silent so I assume the kick was an accidental sleep thing, and settle back into a sideways fetal position. The next kick is to my head, and she giggles. This is war.

It’s funny what kinds of crazy things can happen on a bed. Don’t mind the mental image, it’s normal. Rachel and me are having a nice little scuffle while lying down, and despite what you may think it’s actually quite involving. My mind is overloaded with anger at having been woken up twice and trying to see through the sheets at the same time, when suddenly we hear a quiet click followed by a bright flash.

Roshni cackles evilly and issues out orders by the second. “Michaela, go pose them this way. That’s good, we can get some of the action… [Flash] No wait don’t let them calm down, throw a shoe at them or something. We need them riled up and… [Flash] that’s nice, nice. Okay darling, work with me here!” Well, the last part I added on but I swear she could have said something like it at the time. I couldn’t believe this. First I try to get some decent sleep but end up having a bed fight instead, then my friends start exploiting me by making the fight into some porno photo-op. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Michaela jumps and latches her arms around my neck, choking me. Hearing Roshni shout out the words “orgy” and “blackmail”, I’m mortified. With one last humiliating flash, Blair walks in from the adjoining room and shouts at us to shut the hell up, she can’t sleep. Then she stares at us for a minute; Roshni the Director, Michaela the little helper, and Rachel and me the unwilling models.

“I’m not going to even ask,” she says while shaking her head and returning back to her room, slamming the door behind her.*

Well, that basically sums up the essence of what goes on in my social life better than any bio could. But now for the bare and boring essentials. I’m a 14-year-old freshman and a girl, as you’ve probably guessed. I registered because certain friends of mine only accept signed reviews, damn you. I liked roaming the sections of ff inconspicuously; no more. So if you’ve written some good yaoi or yuri, I may be on your list of reviewers. But if you somehow tricked me into reading your sorry-ass story then I flame. j/k, j/k. For the most part. I don’t really do fanfiction, mostly original work. Which I might be posting links to in the not near future. I live to draw and paint. Right now I’m taking a break from posting artwork to brush up on my digital coloring skills, but you can take a look at my old work at www.leukos.deviantart.com.

Friends (Sorry guys, for associating myself with you ^^)
Cynic, gnatbuzz21, Ravensmyst, studious perky goth, WhiskeyGirl23

My email is up there^ if you ever want to comment, flame me, blame me, shame me, whatever.

And remember,

“History is bunk.” ~Mustapha Mond, Brave New World.
(I wish, then there would be no more history class! Whoopee!)