Tattoo by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Author:Jennifer Lynn Barnes [Barnes, Jennifer Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Delacorte Books for Young Readers
Published: 2008-12-24T05:00:00+00:00

“You wake me up at the crack of dawn, but you won't even let me throw a pillow at her?”

“She might be dreaming something important” I recognized Annabelle's patented “I am sensible, hear me roar” voice.

“I was dreaming about Juicy Couture,” the first voice replied. “And you don't think that's important?”

Groaning slightly, I rolled over onto my side and opened my eyes.

“Morning, sunshine,” Zo said.

“Good afternoon's more like it,” Delia grumbled. “Did you know that they got me up at seven, Bailey? Seven!” Delia was clearly scandalized that there were people in this world who got up at seven o'clock, let alone that one of them would have had the audacity to wake her up at that ungodly hour.

“We wanted to maximize our use of daylight hours,” Annabelle explained to me. After a full night's sleep, she seemed more in academic mystery-solving mode than ever.

Zo cleared her throat.

“Fine,” Annabelle admitted. “I wanted to maximize our use of daylight hours, and Zo wanted to go for a run and then eat what, as best I can tell, was the majority of a very large pig”

“So you woke me up why?” Delia asked, not letting go of it.

“Because you take five times as long to get ready as anyone else, and we wanted to be ready to go when Bailey woke up,” Zo said, answering for Annabelle without any psychic prompting.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“A little after noon,” Delia said. “I've been ready for three hours, and I couldn't exactly go back to sleep after I got dressed”

I got up from my sleeping bag and gave Delia a small hug. “Would it make you feel better if I let you give me highlights?” I asked.

Delia's eyes lit up. “Maybe,” she said. “Can I give you colored contacts, too?”

“I don't wear contacts,” I said.

Delia rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean,” she said. “Well, can I?”

I sighed, but thinking of Delia up at the crack of dawn, and poor Annabelle and Zo listening to her complain while they all waited for me to wake up from another Kane dream, I had to give in.

“Fine,” I said, “but we put it all back like it used to be before my mom sees me”

“Agreed,” Delia said. “You get dressed, and I'll warm up”

I didn't ask how exactly she was going to warm up to changing the color of my eyes. I was pretty sure I didn't want to know. Moving quickly, I slipped on a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt.

“Okay,” I said, feeling as if I was about to face a firing squad. “Just get it over with”

Delia looked at me and then nodded. “Honey blond and amber streaks,” she said, running her hands over my hair.

“Amber,” I remembered, the second Delia said the word. “The retreat”

Delia snapped her fingers to get my attention. “Eyes first,” she said. “Now don't blink, or you're going to end up with really weird-looking eyelids”

“You know,” Zo mused, “that could come in handy. You're in class, and you're sleeping, only your eyelids look just like your eyes, so.

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