Heya! Well I want to thank each and everyone one of you who reads this Book *Tears begin to fall* I-I just c-can't thank you e-enough!!! *Ends up crying for 17 minutes and 32 seconds*
Oh and for whoever is reading this, I have a special surprise for you...But it's right at the end so you have to read the whole Chapter *Laughs like Dexter and rubs hands together*
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Chapter Five
"NO! You bipolar blonde bitch!" I screamed at Kyliee, running out of my room. Running for my dear life.
"Oh come on, cookies! Just a trim," Kyliee tried to bargain and I could hear the "snip, snip" of the scissors in her hands.
"No! You crazy bitch!" I swore at her, sprinting down the stairs, like an extra bouncy spring.
"Hey, don't be mean to me. Stop running you're going mad" Kyliee called after me.
"Mad! Mad!" I shrieked, running behind a sofa "I'm not the one who's currently chasing their best friend with scissors in her hand for a hair cut!"
Kyliee came in sight and she snipped those horrifying claws at me. "Well, when you put it like that, I do sound like the mad one,"
You don't sound like the mad one, you are the mad one, I wanted to tell her. Yeah, so at the moment Kyliee is chasing me. Trying to give me a hair cut. Like my hair isn't short enough. I mean, the only part of my hair that she can really cut off is my beloved fringe.
Just then Benjy decided to make an entrance. He gives me a deathly glare.
"Oh hi Jam!" Kyliee waves the hand that she in not holding the scissors, enthusiastically.
"Hi Kyle," Benjy smiles at Kyliee, then he notices the scissors in her hand "Why do you have them?" He asked, pointing to the pair of whackers.
"Oh, just going to cut Leigh's hair when I catch her," Kyliee answers casually, as if chopping off your friends hair against her will was a daily thing to do.
Benjy nodded, understanding. What!
"Benjy, help me please," I begged him as Kyliee looked at me.
"Why? What's in it for me?" Benjy asked, having an evil glint in his eyes.
"You're my brother! I don't need to give you anything," I snapped at him.
"Fine, have a nice haircut, my dear sister," Benjy gave me a thumbs up and I felt like crying. He was my only hope and now he's gone.
"No, Benjy, please," I cried.
He ignored me with an evil smile and I couldn't help but scowl at him. Well, that's my brother for you. Benjy walked upstairs and he called down "Love you Kyle,"
"Love you Jam," Kyliee replied.
I growled at the two of them. Why did my brother and my best friend have to get along? Kyliee turned her attention to me and I whimpered. Why? What did I do to deserve this?
"Kyliee why do I need a hair cut?" I asked her, trying to find a safe exit.
"So Damian can fall for you and he'll be begging you for sex when we get rid of that damn blob of hair," She pointed to my sacred fringe. No way is that going!
I mean, I pinned it back for her but there's no way, she's cutting it off. I felt my pockets and I didn't have my phone with me. Damn it! And I was still hungry. That tasty apple went to a waste because of that lousy douche bag! I thought angrily. I pretty much had nothing. I huffed and let out a breath before screaming.
