"Agh, where  is my hairspray?"

     "I have news for you, sis."

    "Oh, yeah, and what is that dear, brother?"

     "Weiss, the world is not coming to an end."

     "Well, it might be if you do not hand that bottle of hair products over right now."

     "Tsk, tsk, such vanity does not suit you."

      "Whitley, stop teasing your sister, and give her stuff back now."

      "Yes, sir."

      Whitley hands the things back to her. He rolls his eyes as she makes her hair looked all dolled up. He does not see why she bothers. It is not like anyone around has any interest in her.

      Weiss grins as she applies her makeup, then finishes adding the gel, etc. to her hair.  Great now, it is just in the style she adores.

     Whitley sticks his tongue out at her.  "The Sun does not revolve around you," He blurts out.

    "So, what?  It does do that whatever it is around you either!" Weiss brags.

    She twirls her hair and laughs.

      All things considered today was a fabulous day.

    -the end 

bye, bye little owlets!

-Summer out!