Entwined

Ch 11 Entwined

"So what color did you want again?" Amy says in a tone I can only describe as 'I've never been this bored in my life'.

"Um well what colors do you have?.." I honestly haven't thought about it. I was so excited at the thought of even getting a streak, I didn't even get to the point where I decide what color!

"Uh, any color that's in the rainbow?" Amy snaps her gum and does the biggest eye roll I've ever seen in my life.

"Okaay?.." Wow. Thanks. "I guess blue and purple." After all, they are my favorite colors.

Amy eyes me dubiously, then shrugs.

"You must be friends with my sister then." I could feel Amy's interest in me suddenly growing.

"Your.. Sister?" What? She must not know I'm new here. I feel sorry for whoever has Amy as a sister. Like, there's rude, mean and then there's Amy.

"Ya. My sister. Kayla? Long black hair? Blue and purple streaks? She and all her friends are getting blue and purple streaks so you must be her friend. Right?" She bends down and pulls open a drawer filled with dye bottles, foil, bowls, and brushes. Amy runs a finger over the color labels until she pauses for a second, then pulls two colors out.

"There! These good?" Amy flips the dye bottles in her hands so I an reads the label; deep blue sea and grape purple.

"Umm yah.." I just hope it looks good.

"Good. So where do you live?" She squirts some blue dye into a bowl, mixes it with a mystery paste and starts stirring the dye with a brush, leaning a bowl against one of her hips.

"Well my grandma owned the mansion that's like just out of town soo.. When she died, she left it to my mom and here we are!" I wave my hand around as I talk.

Amy pauses mixing the gunk that's supposed to color my hair.

"You live in a house where someone died!? Ew!!" She says it as if it's the worst possible thing that could ever happen. I mean I know it's pretty.. Freaky? But it's not that bad!

"Yeaah?.. It's a pretty cool house though!"

"Hey, hey! No need to get all defensive! Now. This stuff smells.. Well it smells like shit. Where do you want it?" The more we talk, the more Amy seems to warm up.

"Well little thin streaks all over my head would look good?.. Put them wherever I guess." I honestly have no clue about anything hair or fashion related.

"Hmm ok." Amy tilts her head to the left with a very concentrated expression. "Ok! Tilt your head to the right."

Amy half pushes my head to the side as she selects a strand near the surface of my hair, slips a piece of foil under the strand of hair and starts painting it with her foul smelling dye and brush.

I could feel the cold gunk spread through select pieces of my hair, color spreading through my otherwise dull and lifeless brown hair. And embarrassingly enough, I started to fall asleep.

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Sorry I took so long yet again. Homework + dance + pointless tv show watching = procrastination of writing. I'm having a huge writing block so if anyone has any tips, ideas, advice..? Helpp.

xx Tonia