My 100 Theme Challenge! This 1 is kinda a family fic. U don't hav t do the theme in order, so yeah...
Katie slipped on her t-shirt and grabbed her hairbrush. She looked in the mirror on her bedside table and made a face.
Her hair was a train wreck. Masses of dark brown tangles. To her, it looked like a big bush. She dragged the brush through it over and over, getting more annoyed every time. Why couldn't her hair stay straight and tidy? Just for one day? "How did this happen?" she groaned. "What did I do to deserve this?"
Then she heard the door open. "Hey, Katie. We have to go—" He stopped. "What happened to your hair?" Katie attacked it more viciously, determined not to look like a bush in front of him. "It exploded, apparently."
Kendall laughed and walked over to her. She moaned and clapped a hand to her forehead in exasperation. "I look horrible! This is such a disaster! I have to read that stupid speech in assembly today! I'll be forever known as The Bush Girl, or something. Artie won't look at me twice."
Kendall shook his head. "No, you don't look horrible."
Katie stared at him in disbelief. "Have you not noticed the train wreck that used to be my hair?" She pulled at it in exasperation. Kendall smiled. "Your hair is a mess, but you don't look horrible."
"Don't be stupid," Katie muttered, combing her hair again. It was starting to look slightly better. She kept going. Kendall grabbed the hairbrush from her. "You're going to pull all your hair off if you keep going."
"Then what'll I do?" she demanded, and was surprised when Kendall ran out of the room. "Give me back my hairbrush!" she yelled after him. He came back in, a floppy grey beanie in his hand. He threw it at her. "Put it on."
She put it on, muttering under her breath, and was surprised to see that it actually looked good on her. And it kept her hair down instead of sticking up.
"Kendall! You saved my social life!" He laughed. "Good. Now, come on. We've got school."
