Amnesia: Sequel To Nostalgia

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I walked into the dark forest, my sword lighting up the trees in a creepy way. 

I itched my side with my bandaged arm, the material rough enough so it scratched pretty easily. I took a deep breath, my eyes surveying the ground, the trees, waiting for monsters. 

Then I heard a giggle. 

Shit, I thought. Please don't be Maenads, please just be some stupid couple wanted to screw around. I peeked over the trees and saw a group of females wearing dark purple dresses, giggling and pouring cups of wine. SHIT, I screamed in my head. I tried to go around them when I stepped on a rock, making it skid across the ground and make a noise. 

Of course, I thought. They couldn't be here for Christmas, so they're here for Easter.

Instantly, two or three Maenads looked around, spotting my golden hair immediately. I started running, aware that they would probably follow. Why are Dionysus' followers so FREAKING WEIRD! I thought. I tripped multiple times, trying to find a way to Bunker Nine, where Leo had been all day. 

I heard the story awhile ago, when the Maenads thought Leo was Dionysus. He's crazy enough for it, I had said. I wish they could fall for it again.  I considered it, but as I kept running, I couldn't find a cliffside. Anywhere. 

I was screwed. 

I heard the screeches of the Maenads behind me, shouting "ARE YOU DIONYSUS?! ARE YOU DIONYSUS!?" "NO, CANDY, THAT A GIRL! SHE'S NOT DIONYSUS!" One shouted, and their pace quickened. 

Suddenly I felt claws grab at me, pulling me back. I turned around to start running again- but something was wrong. 

Half of my head felt light. 

It could've just been me, but before I could really realize what just happened, I kicked a tree, mutter a sorry to the nymph. One of the old nets that cabin 9 used to capture Festus a year or two ago fell on top of the Maenads, and they struggled. I continued running until I saw the cabins again. I had gone in a circle? I thought.  I ran into the nearest cabin- Cabin Ten, and collapsed on Piper's bed, where she was reading a book, which she was probably doing because she was bored. "He- Oh my god," she whispered. I felt something tickle the back of my neck, but I ignored it. "What?" I asked. "Your hair," she muttered. I felt one side of my hair and my eyes widened when it stopped- right below my chin. "The Maenads," I cried. "Shit, Piper, how do I fix it?" I asked "You know I'm not good with this stuff! We could... No, you would look stupid..." she looked at me, trying to figure out how to fix it. "We could... Shave the side off." 

Yeah, she's gone insane. 

"What?" I asked again, wanting her to repeat it. "Yeah, shave one side off and just cut the other a bit short... I mean, you'd look good, and it's the only way I could ever fix it," she said, shying away from me. 

I considered it. 

I mean, side shaves are cool, right? I know a girl with a side shave. Her name is Heleena, she's very nice. 

"Okay," I muttered. If it was the only possible way to fix it, then so be it. 

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Don't trust Piper with a razor.

She messed up the first time, not making it as short as she should have made it, but she went along with it, making the side of my head look like a bunch of curls were flattened against my head. 

This she tried to cut my hair using the sharp scissors that other girls did it with.

She messed it up as well.

She tried to make it look layered, until I grabbed the instrument from her hands and fixed it. "Wow, you can cut hair better then me,"she said. 

Of course I can, I thought. I didn't cut my own hair using Garfield safety scissors. 

Overall, it looked decent. I decided to also fix the shave, because it was bothering me, and I sighed. "I loved my long hair," I pouted. "Yeah," Piper muttered. "You could've just shaved your entire head and wore a wig," she joked. "HA, Ha," I said. 

Me and Piper hung out for a while before the horn sounded in the distance. "Dinner," Piper muttered. I groaned, running a hand through my actual hair. "It's okay, you look fine," she smiled. I rolled my eyes and stood up, brushing off my clothes that were covered in leaves and twigs. "I ruined my jeans," I muttered, looking at the hideous grass stain. "It'll wash off," Piper chuckled. We chit chatted all the way to the pavilion, where everyone will probably be like "Who's that- WOAH! ARLENE SHAVED THE SIDE OF HER HEAD!" 

Then I remembered

Shit, I thought. 

What about Leo? Will he like it?