"Wake up Ingrid!" Ingrid had a rude awakening, she was shaken into reality by Ariella.
"What are you doing? I don't get up for half an hour"
"Well today you get up early"
Ingrid sat up and rubbed her eyes, "why"
Ariella sighed, "you have to get ready"
"Ready"
"Yes, I have to do your hair and makeup and"
"No"
"What? You need it"
"No way. Haven't I been through enough? Do I need to remind you that I wasted my allowance on highlights? BLONDE highlights"
Ariella rolled her eyes. "Okay, NO makeup, but you have to do SOMETHING to your hair, or people might recognize you"
Ingrid thought for a minute. This WAS her job; she didn't want to blow it. "Fine, no makeup but you can put my hair up or something"
Ariella smiled, "good"
Ingrid noticed Ariella's smile. "You're enjoying this aren't you"
"Imensly, the blackmail possibilities alone are endless"
"You wouldn't"
"Probably not. Now come on I've got to get you ready."
An hour later half of Ingrid's hair was in a ponytail and curled. She had agreed to some clear lipgloss but no other makeup. Ingrid decided that she might as well wear the uniform to school.
"I look ridiculous," she said, standing in front of her mirror.
"You look fine," Ariella said, looking at the reflection.
"I don't even look like me"
"Isn't that a good thing"
"Well, I guess"
"What do you think Anza will say"
"I don't know, I don't really care"
Ariella raised an eyebrow, "you don't? He's your boyfriend"
"So? I'm not staying like this. Besides, I'm a little more concerned with how funny Fillmore will find this"
"I see," Ariella mumbled.
"What was that"
"Nothing, you better leave. Fillmore will be down at the corner any minute."
"Woah"
"Will you please quit saying that"
Fillmore laughed, "sorry, it's just a little"
"Strange, freaky, weird, awful"
"No, it's just different. What do you think Anza will say"
"First my sister now you, I wish people would quit asking. I don't care what he thinks"
"Woah, sorry it's just"
"No, it's okay, he IS my boyfriend; I probably should care what he thinks"
Fillmore shrugged. "Maybe, let's just forget about it, he'll think what he'll think"
"Good idea. Look, we're almost at school, we need think of places to meet and talk about developements in the case. We can't go back to HQ"
"Well I've got practice after school"
"So do I, mine ends at 4:30"
"So does mine. I guess you'll have to wait around for me because I'm gonna need a shower before I talk to you"
"It's okay, I'll need a shower too"
Fillmore raised his eyebrows. "Are you serious? A shower after cheerleading"
"Well I'm not saying that cheering is hard, but gymnastics takes work and you WILL sweat"
Fillmore looked unconvinced, "okay, whatever you say, 4:45 then"
"Sounds good, I'll see you in the gym"
They went through the doors of X and then went to their seperate classes.