Ugh. I keep biting my cheek, I literally failed my math pop quiz (58%), my history partner keeps making us buddy up with quite possibly my LEAST favorite person, I have NO idea what I'm going to do with Aftermath, I forgot to write a persuasive essay due tomorrow, I have to clean my messy faced room, I have a head ache, and a person at my lunch table won't leave me and Nerdy Skeleton alone EVER, so I can't even vent my problems to my bestie. Not like any of these things are that awful, I just had to get my frustration off my chest. BUT I WON'T LET THIS AFFECT MY WRITING!
All the boys were sitting in the Diamonds' living room, playing with robots. Rain pattered on the window sill, and, surprisingly, the boys were as mellow as the weather, despite being cooped up.
That's when it happened.
James's mom was lugging the vacuum though the house, when she saw a giant louse crawl across her son's forehead. Needless to say, Mrs. Diamond screamed. Within seconds, she had locked all the boys in the upstairs bathroom to "trap the lice", and had run out of the house, driving away for Lice-Away shampoo, nit combs, and tweezers.
The boys stared at the familiar, pale pink tile of the Diamonds' bathroom floor in shock. James's crying broke the silence of the giant, spa-like room. "I-I-I'm dirty!" he sobbed, clearly distressed. His friends went to hug him, but James pushed them away. "You'll get lice!" he cried. His friends watched helplessly. James sniffled. "If I have bugs in my hair, then I won't be pretty, and girls will go 'ewww'," he said, distraught.
"James," Kendall said, grabbing his shoulders and his attention. "It's just lice! Everybody, get's them!" But James just shook his head.
"You guys didn't!" he retorted, still crying. Kendall ran scratched at his head, and got an idea.
"Who said we didn't?" he asked. "Why don't you check?"
"Yeah, mine, too!" Carlos yelped, not wanting to be left out. A nod from Logan confirmed his agreement. James looked stricken.
"Bu-but I don't what to look for!" he sputtered.
"I do!" Logan piped up. He sat Kendall on the ground and grabbed some yellow rubber gloves from under the sink, where the Diamonds kept their cleaning supplies. The boys had needed that particular cabinet enough times for Logan to know that gloves were kept under there. He poked through Kendall's blond hair. James sniffed.
"Well?" he asked impatiently.
"Just a second…" Logan said, focusing on Kendall's head. "Ah-ha!" he cried excitedly.
"What, what?" James asked, dying of anticipation. Logan smiled.
"I found a nit!" he said, eyes shining with excitement. His friends looked back at him blankly. "He has lice," Logan stated simply. All the boys face-palmed their heads in understanding.
"Why didn't you just say that? " Carlos asked, annoyed. Logan shrugged, and sat him on the ground. James twiddled his fingers nervously, as Logan dug through Carlos's hair. It wasn't long before Logan found nits in his hair too.
"I can't check my own," Logan said, and put on his thinking face. "How can I see my head?" James's eyes lit up.
"I know!" he exclaimed, grabbing the hand mirror from the bathroom's vanity. "Look in that mirror," James instructed, pointing to the one above the sink. Logan did, and James held the hand mirror up behind his head, angling the reflection of Logan's head into the mirror in front of him. Logan's smile was so wide, it nearly consumed his entire face.
"James, that's genius!" he exclaimed, quickly searching his hair.
"Not really," James said, blushing and forgetting all about his lice. "My mommy taught me how. I do it all the time." Logan nodded.
"It's still smar- Hey! I found one!"
"So we all have lice?" Carlos asked, clarifying. Logan nodded. "YES!" he screamed, jumping around the spacious bathroom. They were all happy dancing, when the door opened. They all whirled around to see a panicking Mrs. Diamond, holding multiple drugstore bags.
"Shirts off, boys," she instructed. As the boys complied, she flipped on the faucet. Mrs. Diamond scrubbed Carlos's head first.
"This is smells so gross!" he gagged, struggling out of her grasp.
"Just stay still!" she shrieked, hands sudsy. Soon all four soon-to-be second grader's heads had been dunked in cold water and scrubbed with foul smelling shampoo.
Kendall shrieked as James's mom pulled the nit comb through his knotty hair. His three friends sat off to the sides, shivering in fluffy towels and still wet from being shampooed in the freezing water a second time, watching in sympathy. Their hair dripped icy beads of water down their backs, sending shivers up their spines. They each bore puffy eyes and red noses from their turn in Mrs. Diamond's lap, and it wasn't long before Kendall joined them.
Obviously, the boys didn't go to James's house to play for a long time.
Remember what I said last chapter? Well, apparently there is no link for me to reply to any of your reviews. GAH! I'M SO FRUSTERATED, YOU HAVE NO IDEA! I might die, I'm so annoyed.
I didn't really like this one. I didn't really like the last one either.
Dudes! 25th CHAPTER! Woot! Go treat yourselves to some ice scream to celebrate with me!