I Felt Terrible

Last night, Hannah and I decided to leave the St. Patrick's day party early (9:30) to go to our room and read the first chapters of The Magician's Nephew.
When we got to our room, however, we somehow (I can't remember) started "fighting" in a joking way and Hannah then said that she needed to take a shower. The last part of "our fight" went something like this:
Hannah opened the door to our bathroom and my clothes were still hanging above the bathtub (I grew up in Europe, I don't use driers), so after asking me if it was ok for her to hand them to me, she grabbed them, flung them at me and yelled "Here!!! Why do you always have your stuff in MY bathroom!!??!!"
"It's my bathroom, too!!!", I yelled.
"NO IT'S NOT!".
"Yes it IS!!"
"NO!"
"Well, then where am I supposed to go to the bathroom?!?! IN THE GUEST BED?!!"
"Do whatever you want!! Just don't use my bathroom!!"
"Well, that will make our room smell!!"
"Well, then do it out the window!!", she said.
"I'LL JUMP OUT THE WINDOW!"
"FINE!"
"And I'll leave a note for all the coordinators saying that it was YOUR FAULT!!"
Hannah then closed the bathroom door, but then opened it again, giggled, and slammed it. We both started laughing. I then said "I'm going to go out in the hall way and make sure that no one heard us, and if they did, I'll let them know we were just joking". Hannah laughed at me saying that no one heard us and that I was being silly. I did it anyway, but no one in the hall way had heard us.
So Hannah took her shower and I read some of my book and then we got a knock on the door. After making sure that Hannah was holding the bathroom door (we don't have a door knob on our bathroom door, so if someone opens our door, the bathroom opens), I opened the door to find Cindy (a friend of ours who lives a few rooms down the hall way) with a worried look on her face. She asked me if we were alright. It took me a second to get what she was talking about and then I started to laugh. I stopped, however, when she told me that her and her husband were downstairs at the party when they got a phone call from Kolya (their 9 year old daughter who shares a bathroom with us) crying, saying that she heard "Hannah and Whitney fighting, yelling at each other and slamming the door" and heard "Whitney say she was going to jump out the window" and wanted her mom to come up. So Cindy and Eric came up and Cindy said she would go and check on us while Eric would talk to Kolya and calm her down. I felt so bad! I immediately ran to the Clayton's room where Kolya was sitting in tears with her father on their couch. I hugged her and told her we were just joking around and told her I was so sorry and soon after Hannah came running in, too, saying the same things.
We all started to laugh about it, but I still felt terrible!
I mean, imagine you're a little 9 year old girl, laying in your bed, about to fall asleep, and you hear these two older girls who you really love and look up to, who are friends with your parents, have babysat you, and share a bathroom with you, fighting, yelling at each other, slamming doors and you hear one of them say that she's going to jump out the window!!
But, that's life in our community! You have to be careful about everything, cause it's really easy for people to hear, see, or find out all kinds of stuff (and, a lot of times, get the wrong idea). Of course, you can't be paranoid about it (which I was the first 5 or 6 months I lived here), just have to be careful, especially around the children.
Kolya usually can't hear what we say or do in our room 'cause when she goes to sleep she is OUT. I mean, all kinds of stuff could go on and she probably wouldn't wake up! Last night, however, she got to bed late, so, for once, she heard our craziness and thought we were serious. I'm glad she called her parents, though, so that we could sort things out with her =)




Here's a picture of the Claytons (Cindy, Kolya, Eric, and Drexel).







P.S. We did, in the end, get to read the first three chapters of The Magician's Nephew, before going to bed, and LOVED IT! I guess my mom read it to me when I was little, but I don't remember it. The only Narnia books that I remember my mom reading to us are The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, Prince Caspian, and The Voyage of the Dawn Treader....But I'm pretty sure we read the others, too and I just don't remember them.