It’s like the horrible stickiness Joiners’ call rain, only
inside. Although joiners run to get out of rain, they turn this on, and
purposely go under it! Inside rain makes me heavy, and is turning the mess,
into more of a mess! I am clinging on to the Joiner’s scalp for dear life, as
my sisters and brothers; my loved ones are pulled and swept down the hole. The
Dead ones from last night, who were pulled from their roots, are clinging to me
too, making such a mess. The joiner puts this white, foamy, sweet smelling
thing on us, and I sigh with relief. It’s like the smell of spring time, when
the joiner is sitting down of course. I hate when she has to go
for a dizziness ride on the round black thing. The grease is disappearing, but
the tangles are staying. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” I scream, for we’re going back
under the rain again. We come out; nice and fresh, no white stuff anymore, just
shininess, so much that I screw up where, if I were a Joiner, my eyes would be.
More white stuff comes, and stays, it
does practically nothing. But after a few minutes, most of us hairs are free
again! No longer tied up in each other! The Joiner’s hand reaches for THE
BRUSH. I hear the scream of all my
kin as it pulls at us, taking my neighbour, Hair 1201289 down with it. I close
my eyes and hope for the best.
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