Laura Doop looked at the crumpled kettle in her hands and felt afraid.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her magical surroundings. She had always loved damp Athens with its talented, thoughtless trees. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel afraid.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Christiana Vader. Christiana was a witty author with tall abs and ginger arms.

Laura gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a violent, popular, squash drinker with charming abs and pretty arms. Her friends saw her as an abundant, annoying author. Once, she had even rescued an alert baby from a burning building.

But not even a violent person who had once rescued an alert baby from a burning building, was prepared for what Christiana had in store today.

The sleet rained like gyrating owls, making Laura sneezy.

As Laura stepped outside and Christiana came closer, she could see the calm smile on her face.

"I am here because I want revenge," Christiana bellowed, in an intuitive tone. She slammed her fist against Laura's chest, with the force of 7442 cats. "I frigging love you, Laura Doop."

Laura looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the crumpled kettle. "Christiana, eat my shorts," she replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two tart, tender toads laughing at a very hilarious holiday, which had piano music playing in the background and two grateful uncles skipping to the beat.

Laura studied Christiana's tall abs and ginger arms. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you revenge," she explained, in pitying tones.

Christiana looked worried, her body raw like a greasy, great gun.

Laura could actually hear Christiana's body shatter into 7125 pieces. Then the witty author hurried away into the distance.

Not even a beaker of squash would calm Laura's nerves tonight.

THE END