A/N: Wow guess who's been grounded? Yeah me, three out of the last four weeks. In fact I'm sneaking on right now because I wanted to write this post for you. I'm a little upset with some of the reviews I've gotten. I'm a little disappointed in those of you who thought I was actually going to keep this an A/I, especially those of you who read "She's Gone" (I'm not really mad, just to let you all know) Anyway, here we go with another post.
Act III: Suprises
Ingrid just stood there staring. "Ummm Dad, can I talk to you a minute?"
"Why certainly Ing-"
"In the kitchen," Ingrid said pointedly.
"Ummm, sure honey, whatever you want." Mr. Third followed Ingrid into the kitchen, wondering what was arong.
"I thought you said that you said you were bringing your girlfriend home?"
"I did, honey. That's her, Katherine."
Ingrid stared at her father, "I thought you were seeing Mrs. Baxter, the math Professor at the University?"
"Well I was but..." her father trailed off.
"Who is this person, you've never talked about her."
"She's a teacher, sometimes," he muttered the last part under his breath.
Ingrid jumped on it, "what do you mean, sometimes?"
"Well, she teaches art classes sometimes, she's an artist."
"An artist?!? Why haven't you ever told Ariella and I about her?"
"I don't knoe, I just never thought about it, why does it matter if she's an artist? So is your sister."
"That's completely different. What happened to Miss Baxter?"
"She was boring, I like Katherine, why don't you go talk to her, you'd like her too."
"Doubt it," Ingrid muttere, but her father heard her.
Mr. Third's usually soft voice became stern. "Ingrid Charlotte Third, if that's the attitude you're going to take then I don't think you should even meet Katherine."
"I was thinking the same thing, I have better things to do anyway, I have a project I have to shop for."
Ingrid left the kitchen and went to the drug store. She needed hair dye.
Ingrid wished she had taken a sweater, it was cold and she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She gave a small smile, remembering the look that the cashier had given her when she had ask for light brown hair dye and a blond highlighting kit. But the smile quickly faded as she remembered the argument she had had with her father. Why couldn't he be sensible? Why couldn't he realize what a mistake he was making? She wondered if he was still mad at her. Probably, she had never had that big of a disagreement with him. At least, not recently. As she neared her house, she dreaded going in, what if they were still there? But the car was gone, she checked her watch, 9 o' clock, yes they would be gone by now. She opened the door and slipped up to her room, then having a better idea, went to Ariella's room and knocked on the door.
"Come in," came her sister's voice.
"Can you help me, I need to dye my hair."
"Dye your hair?"
Ingrid nodded, "and highlight it."
Ariella, giving Ingrid an, 'I-won't-ask' look, nodded. "Sure, let me see the boxes."
Ingrid handed them over, "Uhhh Ingrid," said Ariella. "These highlights are blond1"
"Yeah, I know, it's for the safety patrol."
"Can't you wear a wig?"
"Not when I'm doing gymnastics," Ingrid sighed, miserably.
"What are you talking about?"
"Vallejo and Folsom found out about my gymnatics background and they're making me go undercover...as a cheerleader."
Ariella laughed, "are you serious?"
"Why would I waste my money on blond highlights if I was kidding?"
Ariella got up off her bed, "come on, my little cheerleader." She was having fun with this.
One hour later Ingrid's hair was a perfect sunlightened chestnut brown with golden blond highlights.
Ingrid stood in front of the mirror, running her fingers through her once jet black hair. "It's not the end of the world Ingrid," her sister coaxed.
"You have no idea," Ingrid couldn't help but think about how Fillmore would tease her.
"Well, on the plus side, the highlights turned out more light brown then blond." Ariella tried to encourage her.
"Ingrid didn't answer, "I'm going to bed," she finally answered. As she tumbled into bed she had a terrible thought, what if Anza liked her hair like this? "Well to bad for him," she muttered as she fell asleep, dreading the next morning.
A/N: Well that should hold you until...how about tomorrow? Ok, see you guys soon. Bye!
Act III: Suprises
Ingrid just stood there staring. "Ummm Dad, can I talk to you a minute?"
"Why certainly Ing-"
"In the kitchen," Ingrid said pointedly.
"Ummm, sure honey, whatever you want." Mr. Third followed Ingrid into the kitchen, wondering what was arong.
"I thought you said that you said you were bringing your girlfriend home?"
"I did, honey. That's her, Katherine."
Ingrid stared at her father, "I thought you were seeing Mrs. Baxter, the math Professor at the University?"
"Well I was but..." her father trailed off.
"Who is this person, you've never talked about her."
"She's a teacher, sometimes," he muttered the last part under his breath.
Ingrid jumped on it, "what do you mean, sometimes?"
"Well, she teaches art classes sometimes, she's an artist."
"An artist?!? Why haven't you ever told Ariella and I about her?"
"I don't knoe, I just never thought about it, why does it matter if she's an artist? So is your sister."
"That's completely different. What happened to Miss Baxter?"
"She was boring, I like Katherine, why don't you go talk to her, you'd like her too."
"Doubt it," Ingrid muttere, but her father heard her.
Mr. Third's usually soft voice became stern. "Ingrid Charlotte Third, if that's the attitude you're going to take then I don't think you should even meet Katherine."
"I was thinking the same thing, I have better things to do anyway, I have a project I have to shop for."
Ingrid left the kitchen and went to the drug store. She needed hair dye.
Ingrid wished she had taken a sweater, it was cold and she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She gave a small smile, remembering the look that the cashier had given her when she had ask for light brown hair dye and a blond highlighting kit. But the smile quickly faded as she remembered the argument she had had with her father. Why couldn't he be sensible? Why couldn't he realize what a mistake he was making? She wondered if he was still mad at her. Probably, she had never had that big of a disagreement with him. At least, not recently. As she neared her house, she dreaded going in, what if they were still there? But the car was gone, she checked her watch, 9 o' clock, yes they would be gone by now. She opened the door and slipped up to her room, then having a better idea, went to Ariella's room and knocked on the door.
"Come in," came her sister's voice.
"Can you help me, I need to dye my hair."
"Dye your hair?"
Ingrid nodded, "and highlight it."
Ariella, giving Ingrid an, 'I-won't-ask' look, nodded. "Sure, let me see the boxes."
Ingrid handed them over, "Uhhh Ingrid," said Ariella. "These highlights are blond1"
"Yeah, I know, it's for the safety patrol."
"Can't you wear a wig?"
"Not when I'm doing gymnastics," Ingrid sighed, miserably.
"What are you talking about?"
"Vallejo and Folsom found out about my gymnatics background and they're making me go undercover...as a cheerleader."
Ariella laughed, "are you serious?"
"Why would I waste my money on blond highlights if I was kidding?"
Ariella got up off her bed, "come on, my little cheerleader." She was having fun with this.
One hour later Ingrid's hair was a perfect sunlightened chestnut brown with golden blond highlights.
Ingrid stood in front of the mirror, running her fingers through her once jet black hair. "It's not the end of the world Ingrid," her sister coaxed.
"You have no idea," Ingrid couldn't help but think about how Fillmore would tease her.
"Well, on the plus side, the highlights turned out more light brown then blond." Ariella tried to encourage her.
"Ingrid didn't answer, "I'm going to bed," she finally answered. As she tumbled into bed she had a terrible thought, what if Anza liked her hair like this? "Well to bad for him," she muttered as she fell asleep, dreading the next morning.
A/N: Well that should hold you until...how about tomorrow? Ok, see you guys soon. Bye!