The Dream Chaser

T W E N T Y: We drown him in the bathtub

T W E N T Y: We drown him in the bathtub

As I turned on the lights in our room the next morning, Jason was nowhere to be found. He probably went running or something. He had more time in the morning lately, since he'd been trying out a new hairstyle, and it didn't take up very long to get it. I ran a hand trough my hair, and noticed that it felt different; My hair was damp, and I hadn't washed it last night. And when I looked at my hand, I saw that my fingers were blue. It looked like I had spilled the ink of a pen over my hand.

With widened eyes, I sprinted towards the bathroom, and punched on the light switch. There, in the mirror, I saw my hair, and it was a horrific sight. It was, indeed, kind of damp, but that wasn't what I was having problems with. The colour, it was dark blue. But not the pretty night-blue-almost-black-blue, no it was the ugly dark blue.

This was the most catastrophic morning of my life, and I had only been awake for five minutes.

I quickly turned on the shower, undressed, and got inside. There I started rubbing my head like there was no tomorrow, using almost the entire bottle of shampoo while doing this. There was a lot of blue going through the drain, but it was still kind of useless, because when I got out of the shower, my hair still had the unnatural colour.

Deciding to just accept that I wasn't going to get my hair back to its familiar brown, I combed through it and let it air dry, and then picked out the clothes that looked good with blue: Grey ripped skinny jeans, a white-and-black striped tank top, a black hoodie, and my black high tops. Then, when my hair had dried, I twisted it up in a bun, hoping it would take people to notice the change when I had it up like that.

Completely insecure about my appearance, I pulled the hood over my head, and walked out of the door. I didn't care that the bun probably looked like an extremely stupid bump under my hood. I had other things to worry about after all.

As I walked inside the canteen, I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my hoodie, and looked around for my friends, but they weren't there yet, so I went to make myself a cup of tea and sat down at our table afterwards.

While I was taking small sips from the hot tea, I started plotting different ways to give Jason a slow and painful death. I could start with pouring a can of cooking water over his head, then squeeze a lemon in the wounds, and then poison his food with some radioactive substance. I bet he wouldn't like that.

Or I could tie a rope to all his limbs, and tie those ropes to horses and then let those horses walk away from each other, so they'd tear him to pieces. Or maybe I could-

"Are you Brooke?", Bradley interrupted my thoughts, pulling the hood off my head.

"No!" I yelled and hid my head under the table. Brad was extremely lucky that I hadn't had my tea in my hand that moment, because I would've spilled it over either him or myself.

He chuckled, "Oh, are you sure it isn't you? Because I think I'd recognise you anywhere."

I pulled the hood over my head more tightly than before, and raised my head again, "Sorry, you just can't see my hair. It looks especially bad today."

"Come on, it's only me, you know", he said, sitting down next to me.

"Yeah, it's you", I nodded, "And that's why you can't see my hair right now. You can only see it when it's looking good."

"You're such a drama queen", He laughed, "I bet it doesn't even look bad at all."

"Oh believe me, it looks horrific, it really does."

Bradley rested his head on his hand, "Show me then."

"No."

"Brooke, you and I both know that I will see your 'oh so bad looking' hair anyway, so just show me", he said, rolling his eyes.