Nate told me to give it more time, so here:
Hana was lying on her bed reading Seventeen Magazine when her cell phone started ringing. Absorbed in an article about the coming spring fashions, she ignored the call. But when the phone rang a second time, she became worried that something was wrong, so she put down her magazine and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"HANA!"
She immediately recognized the voice of her best friend, Natasha.
"Natasha?" she said, alarmed by her hysterical tone. "What's wrong?"
"Something TERRIBLE has happened!"
"What is it?"
Natasha choked, "It's too AWFUL. I can't say it. You have to guess."
"Um, did your mom find out about the belly ring?"
"No."
"Did something happen to Buttercup?" Hana said. "Did she ate another pair of your Princess Tam Tam panties?"
"No," Natasha sniffed. "It's worse than that."
Hana sat up abruptly. There was only one thing more important to Natasha than her cat.
"NO."
"YES."
"Your mother found the novels!" Hana exclaimed.
"SHE TOOK THEM AWAY!!!"
That was when the floodgates broke through. Hana had to hold the shrieking phone away from her ear. The sound of Natasha's outrageous sobs echoed off the walls of her small room, and she worried that her parents would hear.
"Natasha, calm down."
"How can I calm down? Those novels were MY LIFE."
Hana, knowing Natasha's tendency to be overdramatic, said, "I understand. It's okay, we can fix this."
"I just don't get it. I know in the Bible it says that premarital sex is a sin and all, but I'M NOT HAVING SEX! I'M JUST READING ABOUT IT!"
"Why don't you just check out some more books?"
"Because after my mom took the novels away, she took away my library card too! Then she made me get on my knees and pray for forgiveness!"
Hana grimaced. Though Natasha did exaggerate sometimes, she knew that this was not an exaggeration. Her mother was very religious.
"I'm so sorry Natasha," she said helplessly.
Natasha blubbered, "I don't know how I'll survive this Hana."
"We'll get through this, don't worry."
"Oh God," Natasha moaned. "She's coming back upstairs now with a Bible. I have to go."
"Oh. Okay, bye sweetie. I hope everything works out."
"Yeah. Right."
Click.
Author's note: Written for fun. Serious critiques are not expected. This is mostly for enjoyment.
