Water And Ice

Pink Hair!

THIS CHAPPIE IS DEDICATED TO xactina and I thank all of you other wonderful crazies who are reading this book!

Chapter 7: Pink Hair! 😡

-several days later-

"WALLABY! FROST! GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE!" I screamed as I stormed out of the bathroom from my shower with my new hot pink hair courtesy of one of the knuckleheads. Luckily I haven't started a storm yet because I have been getting better at controlling my emotions and how they affect my powers, But I had a feeling that there would be a slight downpour, or a flood if I didn't find out who did this sooner or later. And. I. HATE. Pink too, so someone will loose a tail, or their hair. Depending on who did it.

Jack and the Wombat came running around the corner like there was a huge emergency, and there would be when I found out who did this to my hair.

"What's going on De-" Jack started, and then he saw my hair, after that he started to say while choking back his laughter, "woah, what happened to your hair?" he sputtered out.

Bunny then said through his fits of laughter as he was rolling on the ground "Sheila I think you got pranked by North, Sandy, Jack, or Tooth, but I wish I had, not one of them!"

"I know it was one of you two!" I yelled as I felt the air getting more and more humid, and the normal, sunny sky of the warren was blocked out by clouds. Their laughter seized, and instead was replaced by shock. I had to control my anger before someone got hurt, I silently counted to ten, took deep bbreaths and I silently whispered to mmyself "Calm down it's just hair color no big deal, it will wash out right?" I could still feel the humidity and heat in the air when I heard,

"Whoa I thought I'd be dead by now," Jack muttered softly to Bunny, "that was meant for you." My face turned red, and not from a blush, but from anger, pure anger and rage because this had been the third time that day I had become victim of one of their stupid pranks that were meant for each other, and I was done.

"This is so ANNOYING! I can't go anywhere without being booby trapped, dunked in something, frozen, or egged!" I yelled loudly, glaring at the two nincompoops whom stood before me.

The occasional prank like what Fred and George Weasley did was fine with me, and they were in this amazing book series I read a couple years back, it was called Harry Potter and it was written by J.K. Rowling, it introduced me to a whole new world that wasn't so lonely and cold, it made me happy. The point is, Fred and George knew when to stop, but these two were RELENTLESS! I guess I couldn't contain my anger any longer because I realized there was a full-blown storm down here, I slowly started to control it, and turned the violent storm into a light mist in about an hour, and I let the mist turn into a calming drizzle, then I laid in the wet grass, I wasn't worried about getting muddy because I wasn't going anywhere, so I may as well do what I love to do, sit in soft green grass after a storm, it's so calming, it makes someone forget about their woes and worries, and I learned this weeks after I woke up in that ocean...

But like I've said many many times, that was a long time ago, but I just couldn't seem to let any of that go, it's like I just couldn't and I had to if I wanted to move forward, but that was impossible at the moment.

Because I needed to get back at a certain snowman with some sweet, sweet revenge. And it was going to be good.