A Day in The Life of Hazel Kamalachi; Chapter 9, Suspicious Girls

by Heather in the Earth Kingdom

A/N: Sorry if it seems I'm not really getting anywhere with the story. I know, it's stupid and boring...

In Connecticut, it usually snows a lot. This is true. But it never snows a huge blizzard like it was doing since November 23rd. No, this was quite unusual.

The way the brilliant white snow blanketed the earth in soft, perfect piles that were neatly evened out through out the state; the way the sky was almost a fading rosy pink, even in the daytime, like the sky, too, was cold. And most of all, how fast but yet slow at the same time the snowflakes fell silently from the sky, always in line with each other, always landing on top of each other, scarecly overlapping.

So, to the scientests who thought Global Warming was happening, it took some time for them to actually believe their own conclusion.

But that's not the story.

...Hazel loved this blizzard. Jake loved this blizzard; every single kid in the state loved the blizzard, because they'd just had an extra week off for snow day. Of course, the exra week was added to the end of the year, but nobody seemed to mind THEN.

They would, though. They would.

* * *

Hazel awakened slowly, rubbing her eyelids for that crusty eye-booger everybody gets in the morning, groaning because she simply did not want to leave bed, and at the same time wondered why she was even bothering to get OUT f bed.

But then she remembered.

The night before, Cady had invited her to her house tomorrow-which was now today-afternoon at 1:00. Hazel didn't know what had come over Cady, but she decided to come anyway.

To Hazel, that simply meant that she had to wake up early and plan out outrageous ideas of why Cady had suddenly this act of kindess. But don't forget telling Jake. Yes, she was going to tell Jake-her darling Jake-what'd just happened.

Hazel dressed slowly, walking downstairs slowly as well, and finally racing to the kitchen and made herself a bowl of oatmeal. She took nibbled bites of it while it was still steaming, chewing faster and faster. Like you said when you were--oh, in 2nd grade maybe--she had 'butterflies' in her stomach.

CADY! INVITING ME! Something bad must be coming my way, she thought miserably.

Finally finishing, she placed the bowl in the sink, staring nervously at her feet.

"Wait, I have to look nice," she said to herself--maybe a little too loudly, because her 19 year old brother who was only home for the holidays since graduating came into the room and laughed.

"What, Haze, you going over a friend's house or going on a date?" he joked.

Hazel frowned, throwing a dirty sock in his face.

"No, Danni, I'm trying to look nice so she won't have something to make fun of," she snapped, smirking.

And with that, she strode up into her room, strewing clothes all over the place.

She took out a dark gray shirt with a white undershirt (no, not THAT undershirt.), that was laced at the bottom and put it on. She searched for more, and finally pulled a light pink pair of baggy khaki's, with matching gray strings in the front.

Quite satisfied with herself, she went in the direction towards the bathroom, and rummaged through a cabinet until she find her 2 year old hair dye. But, nonetheless, it worked. So, after combing her hair again, died a clump of hair in the front hot pink. But Hazel STILL wasn't compeltely satisfied.

With that thought, she took out another old item- her 5 year old hair crimper. She crimped the clump of hair that was died, and smiled to herself. Perfect, she thought.

Yes, Hazel did look perfect. Very perfect. But somehow she managed to think that it was not good enough--that Cady would find another way to make fun of her.

* * *

After 2 hours of fixing her hair, brushing her teeth and whatever, it was finally 1:00 PM.

The doorbell rang, and Hazel scampered and slipped to the door eagerly, and opened it.

"Hey, Haze. I'm SOO glad you could come over. But, we're not going inside MY house. We're going in Zoey's shed, so you don't have to go along for the for the ride. Zo's mom said it was okay. The shed is totally cleared out, and we can use it as headuqarters!" Cady sounded extremely excited.

Hazel felt a dropping sensation in her body. Somehow, she knew this wouldn't turn out right. Reluctantly, she pulled her blue, puffy winter coat on and stepped out into the 2 feet of snow, catching a big snowflake on her tongue.

After they were walking near Zoey's winding driveway, a question suddenly came up.

"Headquarters for what?" Hazel asked, eyeing Zoey's house--it'd been so long. She could remember how she always used to admire the poison ivy vines that snaked up the spruce trees that shrouded her house.

Cady shrugged, and they were in the backyard.

"I don't know. Like, a club or something. Oh, and Zo's already in there, but you can't come in. It's supposed to be a TOTAL surprise. Okay?" Cady squealed, her voice sounding extremely girlish.

Hazel nodded, wondering how Cady survived the winter wearing only mini skirts and Uggs. Cady ran with her arms bent, and her hands swinging in that girly fashion, her hair swaying back and forth as she ran.

As Hazel reached the shed slowly, stepping in cady's footprints, she realized the shed was completely dark. but in the darkness, she could see something scribbled in permanent marker on the wall, as well as a 'mural' type thing smeared around it.