Kidding Me

Chapter 3

   "I came in like a wrecking ball" half sang, half shouted, my best friend Baana, down the hairbrush.

   Our private sleepovers were often like this. We would mock our most hated songs while eating popcorn or, watching a movie while eating popcorns (and probably crying. We both had this weird condition, wherein, anything even remotely saddening would have us crying rivers).

   "Come on Myra, it's your favourite bit"

   Reluctantly, I walked up to my mirror and joined Baana in her distorted rendition of wrecking ball. We had been invited to a party elsewhere, but once a month was our girl time: Sleepover Food and Movie Fest! We had been mates since we were 4 and enjoyed nothing more than spending a night in each others 14 year old company. There was always other parties.

   We dived into the mass of bedding sprawled in the corner, and started to sort out some sort of sleeping arrangement. These were the best nights. Just the two of us. Don't get me wrong, I love our other friends: Gad and Amzi, but Baana and I were amazing, together.

   Yes, I'm pretty sure that Gad and Amzi were nicknames, along with Buz and hash (just some of the other crazy names of our friends), but to be truly honest, I really don't remember how they got their names... I think Buz was something to do with a bee attack prank in year 6, but Amzi? Hash? One of my other friends little sister is called Bunni, but I think that's actually her real name.

   We all no that feeling, when you wake up from your two hours max, of sleep, and you have that horrible morning taste in your mouth. It's like someone has hand-scraped all the moisture from your mouth and then shoved a load of salt in just for the fun of it. From our regular visitations, we were no strangers to who or what performed these strange tasks amidst our beauty sleep. Beauty sleep. The irony.

   The battle: crazy hair v straighteners

   Winner: crazy hair

   My ginger curls hung around my face, boldly, against my pail, freckled face. I wasn't that insecure. Yeah, I was aware I wasn't the prettiest, but I loved the way that, on a good day, the gold and orange entwine threads fell delicately onto my shoulders.

   However, today was not a good day.

   Admittedly, I'm not the greatest at rocking a bed head but my dad would be here in ten minutes to pick me up, so I needed to move it.

There was a muffled greeting from down the hall: "Hello Arron"

Damn he's early