Sharing a school was horrible enough. Sharing their parents was truly disgusting.
Sharing a sleeping space was the ninth circle of hell. Being poked by pitchforks and stuff.
“If you snore, I’ll kill you.”
Sam rolled her eyes, but did not actually look up at Brooke from her novel.
“I’m serious,” Brooke added, displeased that Sam had failed to react.
“And risk getting blood on your cheerleading outfit?” Sam said. She still didn’t look up.
Brooke huffed, and tried to think up something smart to say back. When she couldn’t manage anything, she jumped off her bed and across the room; she grabbed Sam’s book from her hands and threw it to the ground.
“Hey!” Brooke said. “You . . . shut up!”
Sam rose from the bed and faced fair Brookie off. “Nice retort, B. Very clever.”
“Oh my God, I hate you, you mousy, flat-chested, self-righteous . . . brat
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Sharing a school was horrible enough. Sharing their parents was truly disgusting.
Sharing a sleeping space was the ninth circle of hell. Being poked by pitchforks and stuff.
“If you snore, I’ll kill you.”
Sam rolled her eyes, but did not actually look up at Brooke from her novel.
“I’m serious,” Brooke added, displeased that Sam had failed to react.
“And risk getting blood on your cheerleading outfit?” Sam said. She still didn’t look up.
Brooke huffed, and tried to think up something smart to say back. When she couldn’t manage anything, she jumped off her bed and across the room; she grabbed Sam’s book from her hands and threw it to the ground.
“Hey!” Brooke said. “You . . . shut up!”
Sam rose from the bed and faced fair Brookie off. “Nice retort, B. Very clever.”
“Oh my God, I hate you, you mousy, flat-chested, self-righteous . . . brat ( ... )
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