Dignified

Chapter seven

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The next day, Ryan stood in the bathroom staring at himself in the mirror. He sighed, running a comb through his hair, spiking it up. His hair changed overnight, but lucky for him, it didn't turn completely blue. He was glad because he was worried about having to run around with bright blue hair. No, instead, just a few tips in the front turned a sky blue color, contrasting well with his dark hair. The same happened to trace. Just a very small amount of his dark tips turned green, matching well with his bright green eyes. Zach and Clark were a bit jealous that their brothers' hair didn't change completely like theirs had. Ryan smiled to himself, running down the stairs and sitting down to have breakfast. It was a warm day outside, still feeling moist from the rain Ryan had produced the previous day. Zach sat in his room, still devastated about his hair, while Trace laid outside reading a book. As Ryan was eating, the phone suddenly rang making him sit upright in surprise. He heard a door slam open upstairs as Clark nearly flew down the stairs yelling, "I'LL GET IT!" He turned the corner, taking a deep breath before answering the phone.

"Hello?" He said, rubbing the phone cord nervously.

"Clark, it's your father. One of my drivers will be there shortly to take you guys back home. Be ready for him and I'm sorry about the late notice."

"Dad! Erm, it's-it's alright." Clark stuttered, running his hand through his hair. "Uh, thanks. Thanks dad."

"Let your brothers know and have them ready bye the time he gets there. Have a safe trip and take care."

"O-okay, Dad. I-I will. "

"Oh, and Clark?"

"Y-yes, dad?"

"Don't stutter when you speak."

"Oh...um, ok. hey, dad? I, uh, I l-lov-," He sighed, placing the phone back in its slot as he realized his father had already hung up. He pressed his hands to his forehead and leaned against the wall, his back facing Ryan.

"Hey, are you alright? What did he say?" Ryan asked, getting up. He could hear his brother sob silently against the wall. Suddenly, he punched a hole in the wall, yelling in anger as he ran back towards his room. Ryan's eyes were wide as he watched his brother leave, sighing as he ran his fingers through his hair. He turned when he heard the outside door open, and saw a worried Trace step inside. "Hey, what was all that about?" He asked, placing his book on the table.

"Dad called." Said Ryan, raising an eyebrow. Trace nodded as he understood why Clark was upset. A door slammed open upstairs as Clark yelled, "Pack your things! Have them ready within thirty minutes!" He closed his door loudly again, disappearing into his room. "C'mon. We have to go pack. I think we're leaving today." Ryan said, making his way upstairs. Trace grinned, following him. "I've already packed. You see, I, unlike some, am responsible." He said, nudging Ryan.

"Oh yeah?" Ryan turned, putting his brother into a headlock and messing up his hair. "What are you going to do? Make a tree attack me?" He taunted, laughing slightly.

"Don't...make me...do it!" Trace said, struggling against his brother.

Ryan released him, still laughing and made his way into Zach's room. "Hey, have you packed yet?" He asked, looking around for Zach. He walked out of his closet, dragging an empty suitcase out. "Of course not! I thought we were leaving on Saturday!" He said, opening it and grabbing any clothes on the floor and throwing it inside. He stumbled back into his closet, pulling any shirts off their hangers and throwing them at the suitcase.