"Lucy, code red. I repeat, code red! We have an emergency. SOS. I'm stranded and alone, and I need you. CODE RED!"
"What? Who is this?"
"Lucy, don't be daft with me, I'm serious. My onsie is literally stuck on my hair, and I'm home alone, and I don't want to cut it because it's so close to the top of my head but I see no other way to release me from the metal toothed death trap known as a zipper."
"Listen lady, I'm not Lucy."
"Not Lucy? How can you not be Lucy? Impossible. I know her number by heart."
"Obviously not, since you are not talking to her."
"I have no time for your rude, silly comments. I am in a panic and I need to talk to Lucy. Do you know Lucy? Why are you on her phone?"
"I don't know Lucy."
"Positive?"
"Yes!"
"Well shit."
"Try unzipping the zipper."
"...what?"
"Try. Un-zip-ing. The. Zip-er. Get it?"
"You know, that just might work. Hold for a moment please."
"What? I'm not gonna hold.
Hello?
Who the hell are you?"
"Thank you for saving my life mystery man. Now my flowing volumous blonde locks of hair can tangle to their hearts desire. It's been a pleasure. Tah-tah."
"Bye?"
YOU ARE READING
In case of an emergency, call.
Teen Fiction"Its an emergency." "Is your hair stuck in your onsie again?" "...yes." [Dialogue story]
