''Bra, dear, Sandy's here!''
''Thanks mum.'' Throwing her brush aside, Bra straightened her immaculate outfit and walked oh-so-daintily down the stairs to meet Sandy.
''Hey Sandy! Your hair's looking a bit lifeless, don't you think?'' Bra flipped a long tendril of hair out of Sandy's face.
''I'm here to help you with your history assignment.''
''Oh, thanks Sandy! You are such a sweetie! I honestly don't know what I'd do without you!'' Bra squealed.
''I noticed you were...preoccupied, when we got the instructions.' Sandy shrugged nonchalantly.
''Was I? Oh yeah, Goten.'' Bra sighed dreamily.' He is so hot! Pan said he's going out with Marron, but I know I can change his mind!''
''Aren't you with someone else?''
''Yeah, but I've had enough of him. There's only so much captain-of-the-football-team one girl can handle. You know Sandy, you'll never get a boyfriend looking like that. You should really do something to your hair. And can I say 'UV Rays'? I mean, honestly darling! You look like you've never seen the sun! Losing a bit of weight wouldn't hurt either. ''Bra stood back and ran a critical eye over Sandy appearance.
''Can we get started now?'' Sandy shifted the books she was carrying.
''Oh, yeah, sure. Sandy, honey, don't sit on my bed, ok? You've got dirt on your jeans.''
Removing some soft toys, Sandy sat on a neglected looking chair. ''We're studying the French Revolution...''
''Just a sec, Sandy!'' Bra bounced out the door and grabbed the ringing phone. ''Hello?...Yes, this is she...Oh, hey Goten! was gonna ring you later!...Oh my god, really? Well, that is just so sad!...So, you're free again?''
Sandy tentatively tugged on Bra's sleeve. Bra turned, gave her a dirty look and went straight back to her conversation. Gathering her books, Sandy walked out, quietly shutting the door behind her.
