Destined Book-1 Ladorian Adventures

Chapter 3-An Explanation?

I've been in here washing my hair for an hour. I'm washing my hair for the thirteenth time, and yes I did count, because my mom wants to wash my hair until all the blue is gone. So she will probably keep me here for the rest of the day.

I was wishing for someone to come save me from drowning when my dad came home.

"I'm home! You can come out now!" I heard dad yell to us to get our attention and to get us to come downstairs.

My dad's name is Derik and he is about six foot three with dark drown hair and baby blue eyes. He has a great sense of humor and is one of the most laid back people I've ever known. He can keep calm in the most stressful situations.

"Honey, we had a problem while you were at work." Mom yelled down to dad.

"What happened?" he asked worried.

"Jake was swinging and passed out. He landed in a puddle of spilt blue paint. Mom's trying to wash the paint out of his hair." Joe told dad on the basement landing.

"Is he ok?" He asked worried.

I could hear them so well, even though they were going downstairs to put dad's coat away.

"I don't know. You have to ask mom and Jake." Joe said following dad.

Once dad started coming upstairs, I said, "I'm fine; but my eyes and hair are both blue." while trying not to get soap in my mouth.

"How can your eyes be blue!?" he yelled.

"We don't know; but I think it might be permanent." I said as some soap got into my mouth while I was talking and caused me to gag as I spit it back out.

"Why do you think it's permanent?" he asked calmly again.

Sometimes I can't figure him out for the world. He can be enraged on minute, and calm the next.

"Because mom has been washing my hair constantly for over an hour and it's still blue. It hasn't even faded." I responded unhappily.

"Let me see what you look like." He said coming all the way upstairs.

"Ok, if you insist." I said walking out of the bathroom with a towel on my head.

"Wow! I've never seen eyes like those before!" he said shocked. "but they look amazing."

I wasn't sure how he was handling it because of his nature, but it seemed like he was taking it well.

"So I've heard." I said annoyed at everyone for saying the same thing over and over again. "What do you think of my hair?" I asked as I removed the towel.

"Oh my word! What are we going to do about this?" he asked.

"As far as I know we can't do anything about it. All we can do is go on like nothing ever happened and nothing changed." I said worried how he would react.

He sighed and said, "I guess you're right; we can't do anything about it. We'll see if it gets worse; and if it does, we'll see the doctor to see what he says."

He was worried about me and he had a right to be. I could have gone into a coma when I hit my head on that bucket when I landed in the paint.

"I'm fine. In fact, I like my hair and eyes like this." I lied to calm mom down and to help dad stop worrying about it.

It worked as mom visibly calmed down and dad sighed again.

Suddenly I started to get tired and asked them, "Can I go to bed? I'm getting tired."

"Sure thing sweetie. Hood night." Mom said as she hugged me.

"Good night." I called out to everyone.