"I really don't know, I think Pete does though" Nate said while picking at the chile, his Pa dutch mouth did not like spicy foods at the best of times; this was not the best of times.

Peter groaned, "She left because she thought it would be best for all of us. I could not convince her to stay." He turned to Jen, "Do you think your mom woudl still let us hang out after my meltdown?"

Maralyn turned to Nate. "Would you like something other than chili?"

Jen thought about his question before answering. "I think so... As long as you don't have a meltdown at my house, or, at least, when she's close enough to hear you."

Peter felt his cheeks grow red. "I'll try. Sorry." He felt shy. "WIll you tell her I'm jsut really worried about my cousin?"

Later that night, Peter was tossing and turning in his bed.

"Peter.." An image of Mr Pole, sitting in the shadows, could be seen. "You know I won't be gone forever. I'm coming back..." Mr Pole held up a pair of scissors in his hand, a meniacle look in his eyes. "And this time, Peter, you are not getting away.."

Peter cowered into fetal position screamed., "No! Not my hair! PLease don't cut my hair!" He kept twisting and turning in his bed. He was in such a deep sleep, it all seemed so real to him. Mr. Pole was coming back to cut off all his hair!

But Mr Pole kept advancing towards Peter. The scissors shone in the dark, somehow shining a bright, forboding silver.
"Come here, Peter."

Peter tried to hurry away, but his body seemed to move closer and closer to Mr Pole, no mater how hard he tried. It was no use. He wailed, "I don't want to be bald! No!" Little did peter know, tears were starting to run down his cheeks.

"Or do you?" Mr. Pole's eyes glinted, like the scissors he was holding. "Peter..." he flickered in the darkness. "It's what you want, Peter. Look! Look inside..."

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"Nah," snorted Ally. "Unless you wanna try." She shrugged. "I know how to get into Facebook's Admin Control Panel."

Peter cried, "Go away!" He tried to block his hair from getting shorn off, and started to cry harder.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stacey's eyes brightened. "Perfect. Do it!"

Nate opened Peter's door a half ran half walked in and said "Pete, its ok wake up" he sat of the edge of the bed and nudged Pete under the ribs.

"What's some hair, drug addict?" Mr. Pole laughed, but it wasn't warm. It was like stone scraping stone. "Or now you're too good for a haircut, considering how many kids you pushed into lockers?" He stepped closer.

"It's gonna be slow. It's gonna hurt!" he giggled.

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"Shh," Ally said, squinting at the screen, and selecting a drop-down menu.

Peter kept tossing, turning and not noticing Nate and cried even harder. Peter whimpered. "I've changed, I've been trying to change!"

"I don't think so," said Mr. Pole, his voice cutting through the air.

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"....and delete message," murmured Ally as she pressed the link to delete it. "Okay!" she took a deep breath. "I think we're done," she grinned.

Dark har fell all around Peter, as the snipping got closer and clsoer. as the snipping got closer, Peter cried even harder. "No! I want my hair. No! Please stop! Please!"
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Stacey snorted, "That'll show her to mess with us!"