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At first, all Susan really wanted was to be left alone. Her younger brother's constant irritation nearly drove her mad, the sibling's nearly constant bickering becoming more of a given fact of their lives rather than simply an occasional spat. The older they got, the more determined Susan became to put him in his place. She was the elder sibling, after all, and he had to realize that with age came more than simply responsibility... It also carried with it the strength and knowledge to suppress those younger and inferior to oneself. The sooner he realized this, the better, at least in Susan's estimation.
On one particular afternoon, Susan had invited four of her friends to have a sleepover, and before they even arrived Susan had given explicit instructions to her younger brother not to bother them or even so much as show his face in front of her friends while they were over. The last thing she needed was the little bumpkin spoiling their fun.
The first one to arrive was Mary, a young lady from her class who was well known for her prestigious upbringing and sense of fashion. Although she wasn't particularly overt about it, it was clear that she inherited some of her father's snobby mannerisms. She wore a casual dress and a matching pair of buckled shoes, her long, wavy blonde hair cascading elegantly down her back like a waterfall. She stepped inside the door and gave Susan a curt yet polite greeting before stepping into the living-room, setting her bag of pajamas beside the couch as she waited for the others to arrive.
Next, Patty and Trisha arrived together, two of cheerleaders that always seemed to stick together. They had an odd habit of synchronizing their speech to such a degree that it was almost comical, most likely a side effect of them reciting chants together for so long as they had been cheerleaders together since middle school. They wore simple t-shirts and jeans, and carried their clothes in duffle bags as they sat down beside Mary on the couch.
Last, Margret straggled in, her short brown hair in slight disarray as she lugged her rather large bag over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She was the youngest of the group and still a little naive in her approach to life. But, as her bespectacled appearance seemed to suggest, she was the smartest in the group of friends and often helped the others pass their exams in a pinch. She was an ace at strategy games and anything involving numbers, but she loved to talk and discuss other matters as much as any other girl her age would.
When they were all finally gathered in the livingroom, Susan brought out a tray of juice and cookies for them to enjoy as they considered their first activity for the afternoon...
On one particular afternoon, Susan had invited four of her friends to have a sleepover, and before they even arrived Susan had given explicit instructions to her younger brother not to bother them or even so much as show his face in front of her friends while they were over. The last thing she needed was the little bumpkin spoiling their fun.
The first one to arrive was Mary, a young lady from her class who was well known for her prestigious upbringing and sense of fashion. Although she wasn't particularly overt about it, it was clear that she inherited some of her father's snobby mannerisms. She wore a casual dress and a matching pair of buckled shoes, her long, wavy blonde hair cascading elegantly down her back like a waterfall. She stepped inside the door and gave Susan a curt yet polite greeting before stepping into the living-room, setting her bag of pajamas beside the couch as she waited for the others to arrive.
Next, Patty and Trisha arrived together, two of cheerleaders that always seemed to stick together. They had an odd habit of synchronizing their speech to such a degree that it was almost comical, most likely a side effect of them reciting chants together for so long as they had been cheerleaders together since middle school. They wore simple t-shirts and jeans, and carried their clothes in duffle bags as they sat down beside Mary on the couch.
Last, Margret straggled in, her short brown hair in slight disarray as she lugged her rather large bag over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She was the youngest of the group and still a little naive in her approach to life. But, as her bespectacled appearance seemed to suggest, she was the smartest in the group of friends and often helped the others pass their exams in a pinch. She was an ace at strategy games and anything involving numbers, but she loved to talk and discuss other matters as much as any other girl her age would.
When they were all finally gathered in the livingroom, Susan brought out a tray of juice and cookies for them to enjoy as they considered their first activity for the afternoon...
