Twitchy Eyes and Meatheads

Chapter 7

(Another Pointless Filler Chapter)

"Abbsy, Abbsy," called Ani in a sing song voice.

"What?"

"I'm bored."

"How are you bored? You're being chased by Neal's ex-dead ex-wife and the most powerful evil sorceress in the world."

"I don't know. I'm just bored."

"O...k. Umm why don't you go get us something to eat."

"NO! I can't do that. I'm on a diet, remember?"

Abby narrowed her eyes at her friend and yelled, "Neal, does Ani look fat to you?" Neal turned around and stared at Ani.

Then said, "No."

"There, you see? Why are you on a diet?"

"Because I'm getting flabby."

"Yea we-ell me too, but you should exercise."

"I'm too lazy."

"Whatever. How about this you go get me something to eat."

"Ok," said Ani cheerfully. She set off toward town. The group was in an inn just outside of Blue Harbor.

When she was gone, Neal said, amusedly, "You know, there's a restaurant connected to the inn."

"Of course I know that," snapped Abby. Then said wickedly, "But she doesn't know that, and I needed here out of my hair I'm trying to do this really, really, really, really, really, (at this point she inserted too many really's to type them all) really, really, really hard sudoku number puzzle."

Ani was walking down Main Street trying to figure out what kind of food Abby would like. As she was food shopping, she saw a sign in a shop window. It read:

NOW ON SALE FOR DIRT CHEAP:

Frizzle's unfrizzling and hair lightening shampoo solution.

Ani was draw to the shop instantly. She could kill two birds with one stone. She could get rid of her hair's frizzy-ness and turn the brown to blonde in one fell swoop. The shopkeeper, Frizzle, was delighted someone wanted to buy his product. He washed Ani's hair and applied the shampoo within fifteen minutes. Frizzle said that she had to wait ten minutes for the shampoo to take full effect, so Ani settled down with a magazine to wait for her hair. After ten minutes Frizzle offered her a mirror. Ani looked, her hair was straight and smooth just like she'd always wanted it but it was still stubbornly brown. She left the shop slightly disappointed.

Ani spent the next hour wandering around looking for a meal for Abby. Toward the end of her wanderings she'd been getting increasingly more stares and weird looks. She assumed it was because of the large box of sushi (a Yamani food) she was carrying.

"I'm back," Ani announced as she entered the hotel room, "here's your sushi," she added, thrusting the box at Abby.

"I don't like su-" She stopped dead and stared at Ani, "shi." She finished and then after a pause asked, "What's wrong with your hair?"

"It's not nice to mock someone who's just brought you food."

"No seriously, Ani, what's wrong with it?"

"Nothing, it's not my fault my hair's a monster. Some people don't have pretty, normal hair," said Ani enviously as she stared at Abby's silky, glossy black hair.

(A/N: This is actually a very common thing for my friend, Ani to say. I don't think my hair's that great. It's a pain actually; it never does what it's supposed to and it has this one really stupid looking curl in front that I can't get rid of.)

"Right. Just go look in the mirror."

Annoyed, Ani went to the mirror. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of her reflection. She started to scream, but was cut off because Neal placed a hand over her mouth.

"M-my hair is..." She never finished the sentence. She just stared her brand new, straight, shiny, perfectly placed, glow-in-the-dark colored hair.

"It's all right Ani, we'll get this fixed," said Neal comfortingly.

"How?" she wailed.

"We can try washing it," suggested Abby. The suggesting was taken and Ani's hair was washed several times with no result.

"I guess we'll have to ask the guy who did it," Abby said a few hours later.

"I can't go out like this. I refuse to."

"Here, wear this," Neal said as he handed her a particularly ugly head scarf.

Ani stared at it and stated, "There's no way I'm being seen with that on."

"Too right, Ani," agreed Abby amiably, "that's why you'll be wearing these." She lifted up a pair of large dark sunglasses. Hesitantly, Ani donned the scarf and sun glasses. The result was that she looked like something out of an old spy movie. While Audrey Hepburn could pull off the look, Ani couldn't, but on the bright side there wasn't anyone who could recognize her wearing it.

The trio made their way back down to Frizzle's. When they arrived and showed Frizzle what his shampoo had done to Ani's hair, he set to work on a reversal shampoo.

"Hey, could you just make the color come out, not the straightness," Ani asked presently.

"No, I'm afraid it's all or nothing," said Frizzle.

"Damn," muttered Ani.

A few hours and about a hundred hair washes with different experimental shampoos later Ani walked out of Frizzle's completely normal (for her anyway).

The moral: Never believe advertising. (Gets poked) Oh ok yea and the mushy moral (continues disappointedly) and always be happy with who you are.

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