Chapter 4: Dye

I climbed out of the shower, the smile still on my face from my makeup prank on Puck an hour ago.

Well, as soon as I saw my reflection, that little smile just skedaddled right on out of there.

My hair was neon orange.

Oh gosh.

I had thought the shampoo looked a little funny . . .

Hmm . . . do you think that playing all those pranks on the most immature boy in the history of the world might have made him a teensy bit mad?

My hair looked like I'd been attacked by carrots! I threw on some clothes, and then prepared myself for one of my scream-fests.

I stomped down the stairs, screaming at Puck. I hadn't done this in a while. Oh, how I had missed it!

"Granny! Mom! Dad! Look what that thing" – I pointed to Puck, who was helping himself to my bowl of oatmeal – " did to me! Look at my hair!"

I pointed to my still-dripping-wet hair, hoping they would punish the fairy boy for all they were worth. That was what a family was supposed to do.

They weren't supposed to laugh.

But, being my family, of course they did.

"Oh, libeling," Granny said, giggling in a most un-grannylike way. "He didn't really hurt you. It's only a harmless practical joke."

Puck held his head up proudly and puffed up his chest. "I told you not to mess with me, Grimm."

"Personally, I think it looks gravy," Daphne said. "I bet Puck thinks so, too."

She and Red collapsed in giggles.

Puck and I both glared at Daphne and Red. "Shut up!" we said simultaneously. Then we both turned red.

Daphne and Red laughed twice as hard.

"Sabrina, you're hair isn't too bad," my oh-so-supportive mom said. "You didn't think you could get away with pranking the Trickster King and not have him even try to get you back, did you? Besides, you're even now, after what you did to him with the makeup."

I always thought my mom was too big a fan of Puck.

I grumbled. It was clear that nobody was going to take my side. What else was new?

I stomped out of the room, yelling, "It's coming, Freak Boy! You will so regret this!"

The sadly familiar, infuriating laugh came from the other room. "Whatever, Grimm! You cannot beat the Trickster King!"

We would see about that.