Prompt: Tangled from AMessofPickles
"Next time, can we pick a route with a little less brambles?" grumbled Liz, brushing the burrs off her jeans.
Beside her, Macey helped pull a few twigs out of the snags in Liz's hair. Liz had gotten out easy—her short bob hadn't picked up much. Macey, Bex, and Cammie, on the other hand, with their long hair, had suffered much worse. Their hair was tangled and snarled, with all kinds of knots. Cammie winced as she worked her fingers through her locks.
"Oh, come on, a little dirt never hurt anybody," teased Bex, kicking aside a rock. "Look there." She pointed. "I think we're getting close."
Something in the bushes rustled, and Liz squeaked, her eyes wide with anxiety. "Snake!" she whisper-hissed, her voice barely audible.
The girls took off down the path, breathless with equal parts fear, excitement, and relief.