The
Famous Games
Chapter 6
Yet another pair of woman’s hands carried me to another room where big bubbles where floating around. Seven popped on my legs, but still I could not see. More hands reached to my hair and splashed water repeatedly until it was soaked. Soft shampoo lathered into my soft Auburn hair. Another five buckets of water later my hair was slathered with a soft conditioner.
After that was washed out they carried me into a huge room with dryers all around the walls. I tried to lift my hand from the chair I was strapped too but the chains wouldn’t budge. My hair was brought up to a mid air Mohawk with the dryers on both sides.
The quick dry lasted about two minutes and after that they brought me into another huge heated room and laid me down onto a big heated table and closed the top. The heated box got very hot for about ten minutes. I took this time to carefully listen to the woman’s conversations. They talked about what I did as a celebrity and pointless things like what my hair should look like.
After a few more minutes a strong woman lifted me out of the box and set me on gurney sort of thing, and wheeled me into yes, another room. This time she took my blindfold off and set me in a styling chair, and started with my hair.
When I looked at my hair it wasn’t auburn like usual! It was a deep red. I started to scream really loud. All of the girl salon people came over to calm me down, but I just kept screaming. My hair was on fricken fire! Well not literally but the colour looked like fire! I just kept screaming! My hair was the colour of blood, the colour of... oh! A young man stepped out of the door next to my chair, and tried to calm me down. That worked, very well.
He had gorgeous blue eyes and light blonde hair.
“We can fix this, “ he gave the eye to the girl salon people.
He led me to another room but this one was small and had a large salon chair, with scissors, hair dye, and other salon utensils sticking out of the chairs side pockets. He helped me sit down on the great silver chair. I started to whine.
“Shhhh,” his beautiful face came to eye level with mine, “Don’t be scared beautiful,” he soothed, “hi, my name is Ben. “ he greeted.
“Hi, my name is Valentine,” I said quite awkwardly.
“Ha!” he chuckled, “I know your name silly! I’m your personal stylist.”
Really? Was this beautiful boy my personal stylist? This was like heaven!
“Let’s start off with that ugly, fire red hair!” he said.
I laughed as he started pulling out numerous packets of auburn colouring.
“Is this colour good?” he asked me.
“Yes it is.” I said.
“Good,” he chuckled under his breath.
As he started putting in the tinfoil his phone rang.
“Sorry I have to take this,” he chimed.
His phone rang one more time, he picked it up.
“Hello? Yes this is him. Yes err, she kind of had a hair disaster.” His eyes perked up, “No! No sir. Will do. Yes sir. Great ok, see you soon. Salute.” He said.
“Dalloway needs you.” He said.
My heart dropped. After a few minutes of Ben taking out my tin foiled stripes, he bent down again to eye level. It wasn’t my fault I was petite!
“I hope you win,” he said quietly and kissed my lips.
What? Was this really happening? I leaned in closer and passionately kissed him more. He took his big strong arms and propped me up on the table. Ben soon took of his shirt and slowly unwrapped my towel.
The worst thing possible happened next. Dalloway walked in.
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