Common Room

"I- Oh- fine..."

"HOORAY!" Serenity got out a curling iron and twisted strands of Robin's hair into it.

"But it's not the Yule Ball!"

"Oh shut up, dearie. There's no excuse not to have amazing hair."

"Hey, your hair is naturally curly."

"And what of it?"
Serenity started loading on the hairspray.

"Well, you maybe have the prettiest hair in the grade."

"Aww, you're so sweet. But you'll have the prettiest hair when I'm done with you." Actually, Serenity WAS done. The front had clean, a little spaced bangs, and long thick hair was in the back. The entire thing was shiny...
"I love it!"
http://image.lightinthebox.com/images/v/200904/lisq1239950345671.jpg

"Like... wow... Heh!"

"You like it?"

"Uh huh!" She furiously nodded her head.

"That's great!" Serenity grinned, sitting down next to her.

"It is! Hey, oh my gosh, you know what?! I'm so over Elroy. I was such an idiot when I was younger. Seriously- I wanna strangle younger self. I mean- SO EMBARRASSING."

"I got rejected, over Christmas Break. He locked me out."

"Oh, Serenity- it seemed a bit impossible- Don't worry, your glorious moment will come, and you'll give him your precious gift!"

Serenity looked at Robin.
"Ewwwwwwwwww! I'm glad- I really didn't want to. Robin, that's exactly why, IT'S SICK."

"Wait, you were gonna rape him?!"

"Well, I went over to his place intending to. Yes. But, then, I went and knocked on his door, to tell him I'm sorry, but I'm not that mean, and.. He ran off and locked the door. So the public story is that I fail at raping people."

Robin giggled. She seriously giggled.
"Oh well, you'll have the following summer to try again!"

"I'm not going to try again, Robin. Not for a long time."

"Really? Okay. Well, anyways, something's been bothering me."

"What is it, Kels?"

"The fact that you just called me my sister's name, and that... Oh, nevermind."

[It was a typo, please ignore it, my mom came in before I could fix it.]
"Sorry. What's wrong?"

(It's okay. ^^))

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT MY THERAPIST LOOKS LIKE. I don't know if it's a girl or a boy- most likely a boy, but then, I don't know if he's old, young, tall, short, and what he looks like, and it's KILLING ME!"