Brighton MEGA-zine Issue 2 August 2014 | Page 20

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Cleo De Nile’s

worst day ever!

“Hissette!” cried Cleo. “Come here!” But no Hissette came. Cleo paced around the room, her gold bandages and (very) dark hair swaying as she waited for her pet snake. “Oh well,” thought Cleo, “I’ll have to go to school without her.” And with that, she turned around swishing her long hair. She then strutted out the door. Suddenly she was covered from her head down to her gold platform shoes with sticky syrup. “What!” Cleo yelled. Heath Burns peeked out from around the corner. “Sorry,” he said. “You clothes ruining ANIMALS!” yelled Cleo. Her scream was so loud that Heath scrambled to get back to his dorm room.

Cleo ran back into her room to change. She came back out again now wearing a gold top with a turquoise see-through cloak and black gauze leggings (she is a mummy after all). She ran to Science. She burst in to find Mr Hack brewing a gold potion. She sat down and waited for class to begin. Five minutes later everyone was there. Mr Hack asked, “Who would like to be the first to try this gold potion?” Before anyone could put their hand up, Cleo raced to the front of the room and snatched the potion from him. “Of course I should be the one to drink this golden potion.” She then began to drink. When Cleo finished, the whole class was staring at her. ”Behold my magnificence!” Cleo cried. But the class wasn’t staring at her face. They were staring at her hair. “What?” Cleo asked. Just then, she noticed something on the ground. It was dark. And fine. And it looked like… “My hair!” Cleo screamed. She felt the top of her head. It was bald. Everyone was laughing their fangs off.

Cleo grabbed some of her hair and rushed to the mall. She ran to ‘Hair and Scare’. Ten minutes later Cleo strutted out, her hair more glamorous than ever. Suddenly Cleo fell into something wet. “Ugh!” she thought, “I wasn’t looking where I was going, and now I’m in the cold, murky ocean!” A head popped up from underneath a wave. “Hello mate. What are you doing here?” asked Lagoona Blue. Cleo turned to face her. “Oh dear,” observed Lagoona. “Surely you have a mirror in your room. Your face is a mess.” “Wh- w-What?!” stuttered a surprised Cleo. She grabbed a mirror that was lying nearby. A monster with makeup all around her face stared back at her.