BY JACQUELEEN BORDJADZE
hills was curled up on the sofa. Only
three weeks into the school year,
and already all she wanted to do
sleep and sleep and sleep for the
rest of her life. The house was silent and warm.
She'd had her fix, tried to do homework, but she
was just so comfortable and still....
up and down, taking in rumpled clothes, sleep
stained face, and blinking eyes.
“It'll only take, like, half a second.” he said.
“Ppplleeaassee? I've been having such a hard
time, and I kind of really need this data.”
“Why?”
“Why am I doing the survey? Why I have
been having a hard time getting data? Why I need
the data? Why what? And, um, I'm with...” He
fumbled with his pocket, and pulled a card out
with a flourish
The doorbell rang.
The only thing that moved was her head.
Must we? She thought, peering wearily at the
door.
The bell rang again.
“The Northern Presbyterian Congregation
of Detroit!”
She flipped herself off the couch, on to the
floor, and with a heave, pushed herself to the
door.
She huffed.
“Can't stand organization.” Not that one,
not any organization.
Wow hey he's cute, she thought.
Strange Cutie At The Door was tall, built,
blond, and oddly lacking eyebrows. Classic boy
next door, but it was a look he carried well. His
face lit up when he saw her.
“Well, actually, that’s re-”
“Thanks” and bye.
She slammed the door in his face and was
asleep on the sofa half a minute later.
“Hey!” he said. “I'm doing a survey on how
religion relates to location and economic positioning, would you like to participate?
Not so cute anymore.
The schools halls echoed terribly, especially in the afternoon, when full lung function had
returned to all members of said fair society. Phills
left a period early, and was eager to return to her
couch. Her room was a mess, she had things due,
“Oh...uh...I...terribly busy”
Darn. Why wouldn't her voice fu