When I was still in high school I shared a dormitory with three other girls. We had a small room, desks and two double bunk beds with a communal bathroom. It was not very spacious, especially since my best friend Christine and I had to share with our arch enemies, Melanie and Rachel. Mel and Rach, as we knew them, were the popular girls of our grade. Both had heaps of boys lusting after them and always had a date on the weekend with one of the good looking sporty guys from the local boys schools, whereas Chrissie and I were a little more intellectual and never got asked out on the weekends. We fought constantly with the other two, with the arguments resulting in the division of the room in two with a chalk line that we were not allowed to cross.
On the last night of school for the year I had to stay in. My parents lived in the country, and would not be able to pick me up until the next day. Most of the other girls had already left and I thought that I would be resigned to spending a lonely night alone in the dorm with a book, for Mel, Crissie and Rach had all gone back home for the holidays. It was early evening when the door sprung open and Rach came in scowling before slumping onto her bed.
"What are YOU doing back? Your parents must hate you as much as I do." I asked with more than a touch of contempt.