A/N: Yay! Another chapter up, one that you have been waiting for! Please review.
P.S. Remember, this was before the 3rd book came out, so there are no spoilers.
The skies were amazing. It had been clearer up here yesterday, as if Mother Nature sensed my happiness, and decided to give us some clear flying. I just hoped that no one saw us from below. That would be a big problem.
My arm was still sore from the beach, but it had healed already, now just a red gash over the other red gash. Woop-tee-doo.
It felt so good to be flying up here with my flock. The wind streaked my hair back, and I knew I needed to get a new haircut soon; my old New York haircut had grown out and strands of hair were flapping in my face. I looked over at Fang, his face looking calm – for Fang – and noticed the big chuck of hair that had been left long was flapping in his eyes as well. I scanned the land below, focusing on one patch of green, then another, until I saw a large building that looked like a mall.
There was sure to be a hair-care place there.
I glided over to where Fang flew, brushing my wing against his. He looked at me and I pointed downward. He nodded and motioned to the rest of our group, and down we headed.
We landed several miles away in a large group of trees. Quickly, we wrapped out windbreakers around us, and started the hike.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Another half an hour later, we burst out of the trees into a large parking lot filled with a few cars and trucks and even a tractor trailer. We entered the mall and trotted to a map. There was a small place called You-Do nearby, so that was where we were headed.
The appointment didn't take long. So far, You-Do had had no customers for the day, and they still had three people working. The boys went first, and then us girls.
When we had finished, Gazzy and Iggy's faded-colored ends had been chopped off, and their hair was cut so it was a single inch long. Fang still had the chunk of hair in the front, but it wasn't as menacing now. Nudge's immensely curly hair had been straightened and cropped short, framing her face with soon-to-curl-again layers. Angel's sweet little 'do' had been trimmed, and the sweet lady had braided it back. My own hair had been trimmed and layered again so no wispy pieces stick at my lips. It tossed lightly around my face as I paid and we walked out.
Much better.
A/N: I know, it was short and boring. More to be coming soon, I promise :-) And in the next chapter I also promise will be some FAX.
