Hiding In My Head - Chapter Two

The next few days flew by quickly, even though I had no Khloe or Daisy to hang out with the entire weekend. The weekend was spent biking, taking pictures, and helping my mom with yard work. 

On one of the last days of June, I was at the pool again with Khloe and Daisy. We'd just arrived, and we were talking about the rest of the summer. 

"What are you doing the rest of this summer? Translated: How often can we hang out?" Daisy asked, looking at me and Khloe from the edge of the pool. 

I shrugged. "We aren't really going anywhere except up to Clipmore July fifth. We'll come back July eighth, we're just going to visit my grandparents." 

Khloe nodded. "We're going to Hawaii for a week in late July, so you two will be without me!" 

Daisy rolled her eyes, and I nodded. "Okay," Daisy replied, "I'm going to camp the first week in August, so I'll be gone then." 

After that there was a short lull in the conversation and I kicked my way down to the bottom of the ten foot section of the pool where we were talking. When I popped back up, Daisy and Khloe were both looking at me. 

"You're hair is wet," Khloe said, looking at my hair with narrowed eyes. 

I nodded. "I know, isn't it great?" 

Khloe shook her head and dramatically fingered her hair. "Not when chlorine bleaches out your blonde and turns it green!" 

I laughed. "True." My hair wasn't blonde like Khloe's or bright red like Daisy's, so I had no problem with chlorine bleaching out my hair. Mine was simply a light brown color, not super dark or super light. Average, basically. 

When I got home that afternoon, my parents were both in the driveway. My dad was kneeling down in front of the car, tools set in front of him. My mom was standing to the side of the car, looking at her phone. 

"What happened?" I asked. 

"The car's being weird, but your dad thinks he can fix it. I'm looking directions up for him," my mom replied. 

I nodded. "I'm going inside, okay?" 

"That's fine," my mom said, still looking at her phone. 

I carried my swimming things up to my room and laughed to myself, hoping Dad would get the car fixed before our trip to Clipmore.