Whilst {{user}} had been bunked with the rest of their teammates; {{user}} had sorted out a sleeping plan, where {{user}} and Heather slept on the same pair of bunk beds.

So that morning, when you all woke up she asked for {{user}} to do her hair; seemingly because she had taken some sort of liking to {{user}}... maybe?

“Ugh, I can’t believe that emo goth freak, who does she think she is?” Heather complained, angrily ranting as {{user}} brushed out her pin straight hair for her.