Chapter One

Jane Tugged at the strands of hair on her head examining them almost too closely.  Her parents droned on about one thing or another. Though she was sure they found it to be of extreme importance she just couldn’t be bothered with such trivial bullshit as what color Mrs. Douglas had just painted her foyer.  Jane was more interested in the color that her hair was, and at this moment it had been a brightly colored blue for One Week and One Day. That was one day OVER her limit. She had to change it, really she should have changed it yesterday but something had come up and she hadn’t had time.

Jane stood up and walked away from her mother who stared at her with a prissy look plastered over her unusually high cheek bones. She smiled, “don’t mind me mother. I have a hair appointment I really must get to. Latest fashions to keep up with but you know all about that don’t you?”  she said waving her hand over her head dismissively as she left the room.

She walked out the door, pressing the small blue button in her pocket that she had with her at all times and speaking into the mic attached to it. “side entrance, I’m running a whole day late and I have a reputation to uphold.”

Moments later a small blue convertible complete with a driver wearing a matching blue earpiece in his ear pulled up to the curb. “this won’t do you know. I can’t be seen with you in public if your hair stays like this one more day. We have damage control to do.”

“careful dear” she said grin on her face “remember who you work for”  Jane slid into the passenger side settled her feet onto the dashboard and slipped her seat belt across her small frame. “lets get going I don’t have all day”

They pulled up at the salon not much later blasting loud music that had they still been in the ritzy part of the city would have been frowned upon. However given that Jane frequented places that her mother wouldn’t dream of going in her dizziest day dreams just to get her hair done the right way, her music was revived with bobbed heads and wide grins.

Jane jumped over the door, not bothering with such trivial things such as opening it. That was for other people, boring people. Mother opened doors, Alex opened doors, Papa opened doors, Jane, Jane did not open doors if she could avoid it. Even if it was the much simpler option, in her mind it was the boring way to do things. Why be boring when you can be well, not boring. “wish me luck will ya” she said before walking up to the closest storefront.

The bell chimed as she pushed the door open and entered the small salon only to be met with a harsh abrasive voice. “your late”

“I know” Jane responded, she never felt as much like a kid as she did when she was late for hair appointments with Lucinda.  The large woman looked up from the haircut she was giving “you are a day late, what makes you think I will take time out of my day to do your hair.”

“ I don’t, I was just hoping you might spare my hair the horrible home job that I would end up doing to it if you don’t.” Jane smiled knowing she had the hair stylist there; she may have pissed her off by blowing her off yesterday. However she would never let her kill her hair by screwing it up trying to do something to it herself.

 Lucinda nodded, “ten minutes, but I pick the color this week.”

Jane smiled and let herself into the back room that she knew was full of hair colorings ones that they just didn’t sell retail, or at least they didn’t sell retail without asking for your first born child in return.  Unfortunately for Jane she didn’t have a first born child to trade for all this hair dye, or she would.

Ten minutes later Lucinda was there stripping out the pale green that she had in her hair the week before and putting in a florescent pink. The color she claimed was the best there ever was, and that Jane only allowed her to put on her head because it irked her mother the most out of all the colors that she ended up dying her hair.

Twenty minutes later she was hitting Jamie on the head “wake up you oaf, didn’t they ever teach you not to sleep on the job? Its like four in the afternoon.”  She smirked as he looked up at her from his reclined position. “late night last night, lover boy?”

Franklin blushed Furiously at this “shut up, I see Lucinda got to choose your hair color. This is why you shouldn’t miss appointments.” He waggled a finger at her patronizingly, still smiling at her.

“yes because I really wanted to go to a stupid gala rather than go to my appointment. Golly Frankie you get dimmer every time you speak don’t you?” she huffed turning his radio way up rather than wait for him to respond to her rather rude question.

He easily could have turned the volume down, but he easily could have been fired also. That’s part of what Jane liked about this relationship. When she wanted Franklin to shut up he pretty much had to shut up. If he kept talking, she could fire him. Not that she ever really would, but there always was the fact that she could looming over him that kept him doing what she wanted most the time.

Before she could turn the music down and not necessarily apologize, because if there was one trait that she retained from her family it was their lack of ability to apologize but for lack of better words make friends she felt her head smash against the windshield.

Blood clouded her vision as it dripped into her eyes and a sharp pain was all that filled her head as she reached out for Franklin.

“Franklin, Franklin.” She screamed though she knew he should be right beside her, she knew he should be responding to her pleading cries. Though she couldn’t see what was going on she knew that she should be able to feel his body at the very least but she couldn’t.

“FRANKLIN GOD DAM IT YOU B*****D ANSWER ME!” she shrieked begging now no longer concerned that she could barely breath and she seemed to be loosing grip with the world around her. “ANSWER ME!”

Reviews

[melissa]

This is a great chapter I cant wait to see what happeneds next well im on my way to read the next chapter

[Jake Donald Stephens]

Noooo!
I liked her so much already, and already THIS happens!
Who wouldn't like a girl who would trade her first born child for hair dye?!
Damn! Now I have to read the next chapter .....right NOW!!