Installment 4. Have fun.

Jack sat infront of his mirror. He put his hand on his hair and pulled. The tiny bands holding his hair in place fell out. Beads scattered to the floor. He continued with all the rest of them. He washed his hair and all the dirt fell out. He combed it and untangled it.

Picking up all the scattered beads, he remembered how he'd got them in the first place. They were his mother's. His mothers favourite necklace, which he'd taken from the rubble of his burnt house. He didn't know what to do with them, so he braided them into his hair.

Coming back from his memories, he sat down, all beads in hand, and slowly, one by one braided them into his thick black hair. He then put on his bandana and lined his eyes with a thick piece of kohl. He smiled at his reflection in the small shard of mirror. Ana looked in and wished Jack would stop hiding behind disguises.

I know, tiny, but I'm at gun point to go to bed. Sorry. Hope you like it. I'm intending to revise it later. REVIEW!