A/N: WOW! YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME! I got (drumroll please) TWELVE reviews yesterday! You guys totally earned this. Special shoutouts to anyone who reviewed yesterday. This chapter is for you.
Random Fact: Did you guys know that the capitol of Louisiana, Baton Rouge, is French for red stick?
Friends, Family, and... Feathers? Book One: Abducted By The Flock
Chapter Ten:
After I got everything unpacked, I grabbed my favorite pajamas. (blue and black plaid shorts, black tank top, fluffy black slippers) and hobbled off to the bathroom to get changed. When I get back, Nudge ambushes me.
"Can I do your hair? It's really cool, by the way. Did I say that earlier? Huh, I don't remember. Max won't let me dye mine! I really love the red, though. It's a great color for you! So, can I do your hair?"
"Haha! Calm down, Nudge. And sure, why not?" I say good-naturedly, brushing my shocking red bangs out of my eyes.
I should explain that. My hair is raven black, straight, and about waist-length. My bangs sweep to the side and often cover my left eye. I've had the bangs dyed blood-red for about three years now.
"Yay!" Nudge shrieks, grabbing my hand and tugging me to her bed.
"Turn around," she orders once I'm sitting cross-legged on her humongous bed. I comply.
She begins combing through my long hair and I must admit, it feels good. She starts pulling back strands and I can't help but wonder what she's doing.
"Hold still!"
"Sorry!"
"Okay, I'm done. Do you like it?" she asks, holding up a mirror.
"Wow," I breathe out, admiring my reflection. She's really done an amazing job. My bangs are French-braided across the front of my head, like a headband. Gradually, the braid works its way down the left side of my head, across the back of it, and hangs over my right shoulder in a long, dark braid. I love it.
"Thank you so much! It looks great!" I tell Nudge earnestly. Then, with a yawn, I add, "I'm beat. Night Angel! Night Nudge!"