Indigo and Ida

Indigo and Ida — page 3
she paced the bright sidewalk shaking the paint can the mixing ball rattling inside the metal canister The first time she'd tried to get busted by using her cell phone during school hours her mother had managed managed to smooth things over Since desperate times called for desperate measures here she was doing something exactly no one would've ever predicted Dragging in a deep breath she pressed the plastic nozzle and a thin stream of indigo blue paint leapt out onto the sidewalk hissing and spitting its fumes immediately making her cough Tra la la The nozzle bucked under her finger and the letters letters came out fatter and loopier than she'd intended She looked toward the cafeteria exit heart pounding pounding every cell in her body braced Except nothing happened This wasn't going to work if she didn't get caught Indigo slid a scrunchie off her wrist harnessing the wild curls blotting her view That massive haircut haircut she'd insisted on last month definitely made her look different but now it was hard to keep the corkscrews corkscrews out of her eyes She started again