“Really?” Jade was all ears now, but then she usually was where boys were concerned. He’s coming to Shadyside for his senior year.” He’s my dad’s son from his first marriage. “Your brother? You don’t have a brother,” said Jade. “I just found out that my brother, Chuck, is going to be living here.” “It’s just I don’t know what to expect,” Deena said. It’ll be great to see all the kids, start going to dances and games.” “Yeah, I hate to admit it,” said Jade, “but I’ll actually be glad when school starts Monday. “What a way to spend Saturday night,” said Deena with a sigh. In fact, she sounded a little bored-as bored as Deena felt. “It could be your big chance,” said Jade, but she didn’t push. “I have enough problems without trying secret formula x-oh-nine or whatever it is.” She wasn’t sure she liked that idea, but spikes didn’t sound any better. Her mother said her hairdo made her look like an angel. All she could do was wear it layered and hope for the best. It was shortish, and blondish, and straightish. Sure you don’t want to try it? We could do your hair in spikes.”ĭeena fingered her own baby-fine hair. “Now what?” she asked when she had finished. Soon the long tresses were covered with slime and gave off a faintly Jell-O-y scent. She began applying the gel to her friend’s hair. HENRY YOU TRIED TO PRANK ME GOOSEBUMPS CRACKED“Are you sure you don’t mean dead bodies?” cracked Deena. “My mom uses it on her hair all the time, and it looks great. And I won’t even tell you what it feels like.” HENRY YOU TRIED TO PRANK ME GOOSEBUMPS PROFESSIONAL“I know your mom’s a professional hairdresser,” said Deena, “but this stuff looks like the thing that ate Cincinnati. Jade was sitting on a wooden stool in front of the bathroom mirror, a towel covering her shoulders, her freshly washed auburn hair hanging in damp coils down her back. “Are you sure you want to put this on your hair?” It spread and settled in its container, quivering, as if searching for a way to escape or a way to take over.ĭeena Martinson plunged her hand into the porcelain sink and slowly squeezed the gelatinous mass. The blob of green gel oozed like something from the bottom of a decaying swamp. Chapter 1: The First Week in September 1 THE FIRST WEEK IN SEPTEMBER
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