I Like What You Do to My Hair
WHO: Berit and Siri
WHEN: Early morning, Sunday 27 January 2002
WHERE: Berit and Siri's room
WHAT: Why Berit Has Short Hair
Siri groaned as she awoke. The light streaming in the window struck her directly in the eyes, almost blinding her as she tried to blink them open. She had jury rigged a set of blinds to fix just this problem; she hoped they hadn't fallen again.
A stretch and subsequent shooting pain up her back reminded her of just why her blinds were allowing the solar assault. She had jimmied open the library window after-hours so as to study uninterrupted as Søraya and Berit enjoyed their Saturday night. Søraya had teased her for missing out just to study, but Siri wanted to do well on tomorrow's test. Math didn't come to her as naturally as it did to Søraya; she had to work for every grade she earned.
Though come to think of it, Søraya had mocked her when they searched for a way to enter the library undetected. And when books took up most of her weekend. And in between class periods. Maybe there was something to the notion that Siri spent too much of her time studying. Though often the last was to prevent Søraya from dragging her off to skip class. There were times Siri was convinced Søraya was actually allergic to textbooks.
Letting out a grunt as she cracked her stiff back, Siri swore this was the last time she was doing this. From here on out, Berit and Søraya could find somewhere else to drink on the weekends when Siri had to study. The kinks in her back demanded that she get her own bed from now on.
A glance at the clock caused Siri to curse vehemently. She had slept longer than she intended and, while still early, the first of the librarians would be arriving soon. Hastily packing up her things, she tossed her bookbag out the window before dropping down beside it.
A five minute jog had her swiping her keycard at the entrance to the dormitories, and another minute had her fumbling for her keys. If she had dropped it in her scramble to get out of the building, she would be in such trouble, and she doubted either girl inside was awake.
Siri was actually about to panic when a final search of the side pocket resulted in success. Unlocking the door, she was looking forward to collapsing in her bed for a few more hours of sleep before she would have to deal with...
Hair. Everywhere. Strewn across the floor, across the desks. Tossed across the dresser and the top of the open door to Berit's closet. There were even blond tresses on her bed.
In fact, the only place hair wasn't was on Berit's bed. There were, however, two bodies curled around each other. The bit of Siri that wasn't infuriated at the state of the room marveled at the fact that Berit could sleep with Sørarya's feet shoved in her face. Søraya, true to form, looked like she had clutched at the first thing she could find after she passed out and was gripping Berit's thigh like a frightened child would clutch her teddybear.
In a voice that reminded a back part of her mind of her bestemor, she demanded, "What. Happened. In here."
WHEN: Early morning, Sunday 27 January 2002
WHERE: Berit and Siri's room
WHAT: Why Berit Has Short Hair
Siri groaned as she awoke. The light streaming in the window struck her directly in the eyes, almost blinding her as she tried to blink them open. She had jury rigged a set of blinds to fix just this problem; she hoped they hadn't fallen again.
A stretch and subsequent shooting pain up her back reminded her of just why her blinds were allowing the solar assault. She had jimmied open the library window after-hours so as to study uninterrupted as Søraya and Berit enjoyed their Saturday night. Søraya had teased her for missing out just to study, but Siri wanted to do well on tomorrow's test. Math didn't come to her as naturally as it did to Søraya; she had to work for every grade she earned.
Though come to think of it, Søraya had mocked her when they searched for a way to enter the library undetected. And when books took up most of her weekend. And in between class periods. Maybe there was something to the notion that Siri spent too much of her time studying. Though often the last was to prevent Søraya from dragging her off to skip class. There were times Siri was convinced Søraya was actually allergic to textbooks.
Letting out a grunt as she cracked her stiff back, Siri swore this was the last time she was doing this. From here on out, Berit and Søraya could find somewhere else to drink on the weekends when Siri had to study. The kinks in her back demanded that she get her own bed from now on.
A glance at the clock caused Siri to curse vehemently. She had slept longer than she intended and, while still early, the first of the librarians would be arriving soon. Hastily packing up her things, she tossed her bookbag out the window before dropping down beside it.
A five minute jog had her swiping her keycard at the entrance to the dormitories, and another minute had her fumbling for her keys. If she had dropped it in her scramble to get out of the building, she would be in such trouble, and she doubted either girl inside was awake.
Siri was actually about to panic when a final search of the side pocket resulted in success. Unlocking the door, she was looking forward to collapsing in her bed for a few more hours of sleep before she would have to deal with...
Hair. Everywhere. Strewn across the floor, across the desks. Tossed across the dresser and the top of the open door to Berit's closet. There were even blond tresses on her bed.
In fact, the only place hair wasn't was on Berit's bed. There were, however, two bodies curled around each other. The bit of Siri that wasn't infuriated at the state of the room marveled at the fact that Berit could sleep with Sørarya's feet shoved in her face. Søraya, true to form, looked like she had clutched at the first thing she could find after she passed out and was gripping Berit's thigh like a frightened child would clutch her teddybear.
In a voice that reminded a back part of her mind of her bestemor, she demanded, "What. Happened. In here."