"Do I have have to?" I say sitting in a big black chair, waiting for my hair to be cut. "For this mission, yes" "It'll loose all it's color and turn brown" I say "It's your hair, or death, what do you choose?" I sigh "hair". Piece by piece my beautiful long blonde, was being cut. It was loosing it's power. It was turning brown. Most of it, it was gone. All because I had a heart.My former boyfriend sold me out to Pitch.And now I was serving as his slave, trying to get Jack Frost to not only think I'm a normal girl but also get him in love with me lure him to pitch. The worst part is... If I don't..I die.
