Willow Wood

Willow Wood; Chapter Six

 

 

 

            Willow Wood       

 

                                                           CHAPTER SIX

 

 

 

The next morning I woke up and the first thought I had was; “it’s Thanksgiving, and I need to get ready for the party/feast/bonding this evening.” I threw the covers off me and jumped out of bed.

I ran over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of skinny-jeans, with dark honey colored stitches on the seams, and a thin light sandy colored cashmere sweater. The sweater had a low-ish V-neck and hugged my torso in the right places. The sleeves were bit long so that I had to grip them with me fingers, something I liked.

I put on a pair of little dangly earrings that were shaped like pumpkins and sparkled in the light. Then came a ring with two tiger’s eyes on them and a matching necklace. I did my eye shadow in shades of brown, toping in off with a thin shimmering golden color. Next I did the mascara and then a thin line of eye-liner like I always do.

I pulled out my hair straitener and turned it on. As I waited for it to heat up I pulled most of my hair on the very top of my head, leaving the bottom most section down. I felt the iron and it was defiantly ready for use. I parted my hair, half over one shoulder, and half over the other. Then I picked up the hot iron and ran it through the first piece of hair.

I had to do each small chunk of hair I picked up a few time to get them straitened and then I would move on to the next one. Once I was done I pushed the hair back to behind me, ran my brush through it all, and did the very back.

I unclipped my hair from the top of my head, brushed it, then re-clipped a smaller portion back on top of my head and started on the new un-ironed hairs.

Once I was done I brushed it check to make sure there were no wavy parts left; there weren’t any. I then took out some little hair clips that were shaped like tiny butterflies and colored to look like bronze.

I pulled up my hair from next to one ear and clipped it up on the back of my head loosely, then took two more and walked them down the same hair as the first clip, about an inch apart. The affect was pretty and it only took me about thirty minutes to straiten my hair and do the clips. That’s record time for me.

 

Anihi burst in my room just then. “Wow, your hair looks great,” she marveled. “Can you do mine?”

“What’s the magic word?”

She sighed and said the sentence in the proper wording. “May you please do my hair?”

“Yup. Do you want me to straighten it or curl it?”

She eyes light up. “Curl please.”

“Okay.” I pulled out the curler. I think the kind I have might be called a twister curling iron, because it doesn’t have anything to hold the hair in it, you just twist it around the barrel and hold then pull the curler out smoothly. A protective heat glove came with it, but I never use that thing.

I had her sit on my vanity chair so I could work more easily.

All was quite in my room for a minute before I blurted out; “You know, I think of you as a little kid a lot, but really you’re not. What are you? Like ten? And you act so mature sometimes, it’s odd, but I like it.”