6 Chapter#5 Girl Day

<< Some chubby little feet run at full speed along the sidewalk accompanied by a flower in one of the cute rollisa hands. The same little feet stop in their tracks in a large window where there is a cute stuffed kitten with wings on its back.

-Mother! -says a beautiful delicate and fine voice- can I have it? he asked, pointing to the stuffed animal with his stubby finger.

-Yes my love. -answers a young woman, taking the little girl's hand, entering where the stuffed animal was- How will you name it babe? she asks curiously.

–Bali, her name will be Bali. she answers, convinced and happy with the winged feline in her little arms.

–Well, Bali will be darling. -states the older but sweet voice walking next to the infant. >>

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-Hey !, Hello!, Is there someone there?, Earth calling Ingrid ...- a thin hand is waved in front of her face respectfully times until she comes to herself- are you okay? were you girl You've been staring at that stuffed animal for ten minutes without stopping. That is scary.

She comes to herself in a daze paying attention to what she says but at the same time she looks at the stuffed animal thrown in the trash. She stretches her papery white hands in the direction of the matted little body and brings it directly to her face, analyzing it.

–Hey, drop that thing, you don't know how long she could have been in the trash, much less who had it in her hands.

"It doesn't matter, it's nice."

- Put that thing down and come on, we'll miss the hairdressing appointment. -said the young woman starting to walk.

–Don't be dramatic Diana, it's just a stuffed animal.

"That is not dramatic?" Come on, that thing is scary, don't tell me she just did what I think you did. -she points her finger at Ingrid while she puts the stuffed animal in her backpack.

-Well, yes, and it won't come from there. Come on, we'll be late.

She smiles triumphantly as she walks around hearing the demands of her companion. To be honest, if they had told her that she was now walking to a hairdresser with a crazy blonde obsessed with order and hygiene scolding her for a stuffed animal, she would have said that not even in her remotest dreams. I mean, it was kind of stupid if you looked at it from a different perspective. Not for pleasure many on the road looked at them like a couple of crazy people. The positive of this was that the month is almost over and there were no major complications, only one, she did not have a job yet but that could be fixed. In fact, she was shocked at her luck, she had gotten a technically free roof and food, she met two wonderful people and one of them was the one still berating her.

After buying her cell phone and chatting with Diana that night, they had magically become friends with her. It was not a friendship that you would make fun of, it was simply something that happened because there was no other logical explanation for the two to get along as if they knew each other all their lives. It's those kinds of things that you don't know how they happened and in the end they turn out to be the most remarkable. Anyway, it was a rainy day but that did not prevent the appointment to the hairdresser. She walked the two concentrating on trivial subjects splashing from time to time a puddle on the sidewalk or dodging the watery avalanches that some heartless drivers were busy creating with their cars at maximum speed. Although the day was "wet" the sun was at the top of the sky, remembering that even if it rained, she would continue as the owner of the sky, making sure to grill even the most humid.

After so much waiting they arrive at a nice establishment. The facade featured earthy and gray colored stones with glass on the door and windows. It had a mini garden in front of it giving it that homely touch that invites you to enter. If on the outside it was a beauty, on the inside it was an oasis of peace. It had light and dark colors in perfect harmony on the walls accompanied by soft furniture and nature. There were the typical posters or posters common in that type of establishment but that was something insignificant with the aura of peace that was given off there. The shampoo, conditioner, styling creams, and treatment pines were neatly organized by brand and quality. Like dyes and keratins. The best of all was that by having such a variety of styles ， you could get to the area that you liked the most and relax, and the service was excellent.

–Hi, good afternoon, I'm Carolina, welcome to Fancy Life. I will be her escort today.

-Thank you. -Responses analyzing the place- sorry for asking but, I don't see them on the map.

-He smiles almost closing his eyes - that's because we just started in the market a month ago, we have good views with customers but we are not on the map yet. For the next month they put us, although we still need a good logo to put in front but we have not found someone willing to do it, and we cannot pay something very expensive either.

"Fence, good luck with that." - Diana speaks looking at the offers.

–Well, make yourself comfortable and tell me how I can help you.

The girls think about it carefully looking at all the offers and catalogs. Diana had already skipped painting her hair pink and getting a manicure, but Ingrid still couldn't make up her mind.

"I have to do something complete, I can't risk being found so I have to change my look as much as possible. Besides, I have to look for work if or if to appear normal, the money almost runs out" - she thinks seeing all the probabilities.

Between hair dryers, creams, glitters and brushes, her already hairy companion comes out like a princess. She had applied false nails and had a facial, she looked like another person so all she did was smile in front of the lighted mirror.

-I look beautiful huh.

-Yes, you are quite a cutie, you are a walking glitter.

–Hey, I'm beautiful, don't be envious. she -she laughs jokingly making dramatic poses- have you decided what to do?

–Yeah, let's go. she -she stands up with conviction but at the same time with fear because she had never had this type of experience- here I come ...

The process took exactly one hour, when she said to change, she meant to change seriously. She painted her hair in platinum tones with black roots. She plucked her eyebrows, since they had never seen any arrangement and cleaned her complexion taking away her dead cells giving her a jovial appearance. She treated her eyelashes to make them more color and length and fixed her natural nails by painting them black with some stones. She waxed her legs and arms. Leaving the cubicle I can't help her face and shocked noises from her personal brilliance as she had decided to put on him. In the form of a joke she circled posing and grimacing to take the attention away from her a bit.

- Thank you, I am very satisfied with the results. -Sincere smile the now-silver-movie- make sure to promote me.

-Thank you, I'm always glad to hear these things. Well have a nice day.

Before leaving her, she takes one last look at the place and turns around leaving with a smile and some thoughts in her head.

They spend the afternoon challenge between her and she talks and talks visiting all her favorite places to take pictures with her new looks. Ingrid was reluctant to show her face for obvious reasons only she knew about, but in the end she managed to get one of her out of her decent eyes.

"Will you pick me up later?"

–I already told you that if I eat five times, why do you ask so much?

"Because I'm excited, I haven't had a sleepover or girls night in years." Since my sister went to Europe with her husband, I have never had a chance.

-How good. "If you knew that I never made one, it would give you a heart attack" - she thinks with a grimace.

They both say goodbye with their arms raised and take opposite paths. The silver-haired woman walks with her hands in her jacket pockets with her hair almost covering her entire face. She was thinking about what else she could do to camouflage herself a little more, of course, something that she liked. She already had an exercise routine planned to change her physique a bit since she had a few extra pounds. Luckily for her, at least those extra pounds were wisely distributed throughout her body so she didn't have to make great efforts. Finally her brain lit up and she decided to fulfill one of her whims since she was fifteen. Pierce her ears and nose. I quickly search her cell phone for a nearby and professional center, if she was going to open holes in her anatomy she had to do it responsibly. She already with the fixed route she rented a taxi and she went in the direction of the place.

She already takes the leather recliner chair for a moment she regretted and wanted to leave the establishment consigning she saw the needle with anesthesia approach her ear, not to mention it when she reached her nose. She could tell that she those moments she seemed more dead than alive from the shock. The relief was quick, actually what she hurt or itched was the anesthesia when making contact with your nerves. She put on a fine, medium hoop with a small rose gold colored diamond. In his ears, apart from the traditional hole, I add one above these by putting thin silver rings with metallic details, in addition to that in the upper area, at the tip of one of them, he put a smaller horseshoe-shaped earring leaving see two pretty white stones at each end.

Pain, she hurt her, she did not feel her ears since the anesthesia in them had passed too quickly and as a bucket of cold water fell without warning, the pain was present leaving her ear dormant. Her nose was still painless and that was soothing, she carried in a nylon bag the cream to heal the piercings and some spare earrings in case one of them fell off.

She was content humming some catchy tunes so she hit a rock with her feet. She was near the building complex where she resided for now with Tom, so she took her time to walk and receive the life of the afternoon. After a few minutes she looks sideways behind her and realizes that since she left the store where she was the last thirty minutes there had been two men behind her. She did not care much because it could simply be two people who took the same path but she still did not take her eyes off them. She decided to change the route and divert her way to the opposite complexes. When taking an alley to cut her way, she realizes that if they were following her because they were taking any corridor that she took. Taking a great breath of air, she dismissed her pace as the strangers in turn hurried theirs. Closing her eyes for a second of her inhaled again and commanded to run as if she had the devil himself behind her.

"I have to get rid of them," she thought agitated as she ran. She could catch the strong footsteps of the men behind her trying to reach her. She doesn't know where she got the willpower to resist the speed they bring so long, but yes, she thanked God for that miracle.

Despite her null abilities to climb trees and so on, she with the momentum of her running ventured and climbed a sturdy log climbing to the ledge of a building running along the same shore. She caught the movement of the trunk, that meant that they were the go of it di hers so she decided to jump through some vents thus reaching another roof. This time she had no way to jump. She looked for something to cross and she managed to see a rather long wooden board although a little thin in thickness, but, if she passed fast enough she could get there without problem. She stretched the sleeves of the jacket so as not to hurt her hands and took the plank, throwing it between each ceiling, achieving a bridge. Taking a breath she again ran as fast as her legs allowed and she crossed between wobbles and scares to the other side. Knowing that she had not yet arrived, she ran to the other corner of the roof and now she had no escape. She looked down and there was an industrial trash can full of black bags to the top. She looked again looking for another exit but the pursuers were already arriving so she closed her eyes and dropped. She felt the gusts of air skimming over her face and she frowned, waiting for the impact. Her bags managed to catch her and by the weight of her they carried her to the bottom of her leaving her completely covered. The men watched from the ceiling looking for possible places where she could escape from her and took another route from her leaving her there.

I wait for about an hour, an hour where she remembered many things and she set new goals for herself. Something he liked about her was that no matter what her problems were, she always looked for other variants or thought about a possible future. Sensing that she was safe, he poked her head out first to examine the perimeter. Coming out of the trash can she crashes out of it, hitting her lower back. Apparently the fall had affected her wrist as she had a big hit of sick purple and green hues. She couldn't move or support her, so she assumed they are broken. Something had to come out crooked from that fall, and thank God it was only her hand.

Holding her own arm, he headed home again, but first she went through Diana's pick-up point.

–Hey, you finally arrived I thought ... OR BY GOD! What happened!?

"I fell down the stairs and landed in the garbage."

-How lucky you are, you can't.

He goes with her and helps her with her hand by putting on an imprinted bandage with short tight leggings.

"Let's go to your house and I'll help you there, yes, I still want that girls' night out so I demand that you give it to me."

-Voucher. She laughs at her, hugging her from behind, starting to walk.

- Arriving, I want you to bathe, ok? You suck. -laughs the other causing a round of laughter all the way.

After the minutes they are already going up the elevator to knock on the door, receiving them Tom with just his exercise shorts.

-Come in girls, I'll just be back with you. Ingrid, I want the story of that hand later. -She said, pointing to her affected joint.

They enter Ingrid's room and drop Diana's bags with her literally throwing herself on her bed.

–You didn't tell me that you lived with such a hottie, you're mean to me. - pretend to cry - you must help others, not make them suffer.

–Shut up and stop the drama. -rie

–Okay, but you are not escaping from this talk, miss.