Sara and Shara poofed back to Sheena's room. "Let me guess," Sheena said blankly, staring at the cieling. "Another triple F-?" "Nope!" Sara said proudly. "This time it was only a double F-!" "And," Shara added. "This means we can still be together like bestest buddies!" Sheena took a pillow and punched it. HARD. "Can I have a soda now?" Sheena said rudely. They obeyed. "I'm gonna be at the spa!" Shara said cheerfully.
Later
"I'm back!" Shara said. "Sorry it took so long. Those little stuffed animals are so cute and you just can't say no to those mini-skirts! I also stopped by to pick up lunch, but they weren't able to make it to go, so I had to stay for an extra 20 minutes and then-" She paused. Sheena's room was full of empty soda bottles. "Why is this room buried in soda bottles?" Sara was fanning an unconcious Sheena. "Because," Sara
replied. "She isn't old enough to drink alchohal."
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Author's Note: I hate writer's block. I also hate puberty, but THAT doesn't slow down my schedule.