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Trixie Belden burst excitedly into her dorm room. “I can’t believe my last final is o-v-e-r over!” With that exclamation she burst into an excited jig, spinning around and flinging papers into the air.
One of her roommates and close friend, Honey Wheeler, calmly looked up from the suitcase she was packing. “Say Di,” she commented dryly. “Do you think our roomie is a wee bit excited about finishing her finals?”
“Oh I don’t know Hon,” responded Diana Lynch in an equally dry tone. “Why don’t we ask her and find out. That is, if we can get her to stop spinning.”
Trixie stopped her wild spinning, only to flop herself on Honey’s bed, causing the neatly folded items to fly out of the suitcase.
“Argh! You fiend! You did that on purpose.”
“Yep!” Flashing an evil grin, Trixie grabbed a couple of shirts from the pile and threw them over to Di. “Ah…life is good!” She then stretched herself over the rest of Honey’s pile.
“Fine, see if I help you pack.” Honey tried tugging a shirt out from underneath and managed to roll Trixie onto the floor.
Di chose that moment to come over and help. “I’ll protect you Honey! I’ll sit on her so you can finish packing.” Suiting action to words, Di straddled Trixie’s back.
“Oof - you big doofus! I was just trying to save time. Ugh - we’re just going to pack again in another couple of days, so - erf - why make a big fuss over nothing?” Each time Trixie tried to get up, Di tickled her into submission.
“Should I ask…?” Ryma Hagen, their roommate from southern California, stood in the doorway, one eyebrow raised quizzically. “I know you folks have known each other a long time, and people on the east coast do things differently, but…”
Three heads looked as one at the door. Seeing their roomie, the three friends resumed their activities.
“Ryma - help!” yelped Trixie. “Can you get this…this…crazy woman off me?”
“Oh I don’t know.” Ryma stroked her chin thoughtfully. “I’ve never seen you quite so…submissive before. From everything I’ve heard about you, this is rather - um - unusual.” Striding casually across the room, she sat on one of the unoccupied beds. “I can see some definite blackmail potential here. Now let’s see, where did I put my camera?
She made a half-hearted attempt to stand up. She sat back down with a rueful grin on her face. “Rats! I packed it away already.”
Honey let out a triumphant, if inelegant snort. “Ha! See - even Ryma’s packed already.”
“That’s because she has to fly back home to California before she meets us for camp.” Trixie made another attempt to get out from under Diana. Giving a huge shove, she succeeded in rolling Di off to the side. Bouncing up, she shook her hands over her head in triumph. “The winnah!”
Trixie grabbed a suitcase and started rapidly cramming in clothes. “Besides, my packing will be done in a jiffy.”
She sat on the lid and snapped the latches shut. “See, I’m already done! What’s taking you slowpokes so long?”
Di grimaced at Honey. “Disgusting isn’t she?”
“Completely.”
Ryma shook her head in wonder. “You’d think I’d be used to this after spending a year with you three. And to think I vouched for you to be camp counselors. Camp Scherman will never be the same.”
Di smirked at her. “Hey, haven’t we told you? Anywhere Trixie goes is never dull.”
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