Twelve

I frustratedly kept scrubbing my hair, trying to wash off the mud from it. I needed to get to a saloon to get this done exceptionally but when I asked one of those beasts in the farm, a bucket of mud bathed me from behind. I could not get their mocking laughs out my head as I hurried out of the farm to the hostel.

The incessant ringtone of my iPhone made me wash the foam off my hair. It was not as clean as a professional would have done it, but it was preferable at the moment.

"What is it?" I growled into the phone, without looking at the caller ID.

"What do you think you are doing getting cozy with those barbarians?" Grandma's icy voice cut through the speaker.

I winced a bit like I was actually cut but replied calmly, "I do not understand what you mean."

"You are all over the internet, Ivory," she growled in a calm voice.

I rolled my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. "What are you saying Grandma? I am always all over the net. Why are you making it sound like news?"

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