Coal
James Draper; 2071


"And I hope you get coal for Christmas!" Marie shouted as she slammed the door of James' dormitory.

Despite her anger and the sincerity with which she spat her words, James practically howled with laughter, falling back onto his four poster bed. "My family's not big on gifts," he called in return, his words left for the empty room, speaking to no one but himself.

He'd make rounds of cleaning the dormitory later after he closed his eyes for a quick power nap. Marie had unleashed quite the tornado, throwing shoes and kicking books. It was quite the show. So dramatic. It amused James greatly.

Shame though. Marie was fun before she went totally rabid. Now he had to find someone else to occupy his time with.