TITLE: The Templars: Initiation
GENRE: YA Action / Heist / Secret Society
Why had I bothered searching Queen Frumpy’s bathroom? Only toupees and grey hair die. Frickin nuts. I slammed the cabinet and fled.
Mom's voice chased me. "Bus will be here in half hour."
Operation Hottie had already been sucker punched by Aunt Gwen’s sudden trip to Paris. Too bad her convertible hadn’t stayed.
Red hair streamed behind me as I sprinted toward my sanctuary. I slipped among the ancient oaks, the sunlight dimmed to a soft glow. A canopy of trees concealed me.
The duffle bag dangled from a branch near the stream as promised. I dunked my head, then teased the heck out of my hair with styling gel and a battery operated hairdryer. The clothes could’ve been used for torture interrogations. A tank top two sizes too small. Wedgie inducing skinny jeans tucked into heeled boots. I even applied makeup, following Aunt Gwen's careful diagram. The efforts were exhausting, but I needed Tony to see me as a girl. Not another buddy he chest bumped on the basketball court, but a perfume scented girly-girl.
When I entered the kitchen, a mug crashed to the floor. Coffee splashed my mother’s housecoat. "Alex, have you been mugged?"
Dad grimaced. "Muggers don’t carry lip gloss in the forest. This debacle has Gwenie written all over it."
I scooped up my backpack and grabbed a muffin. "So what if it does?"
Dad folded his arms, muscles bulging. "Rosenbergs don’t leave the house dressed like that."
"Dressed like what?" My green eyes pierced into his matching pair.