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    Let Down Your Hair
    Let Down Your Hair
    Let Down Your Hair
    Ebook45 pages29 minutes

    Let Down Your Hair

    By Tamara Ruth

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    Her step-mother was never nice.

    Now she's just evil.

    Penny Prince is watching as her best friend, Nancy, disconnects from the world. Unable to find out from Nancy what's wrong, Penny decides to take drastic measures.

    Unfortunately Nancy's taken her own drastic measures.

    Never have you read a Rapunzel like this. Rather than the tale of a maiden who falls for a handsome prince, this is a story of the love between life long friends during times of hardship.

    Grab this quick read today.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTamara Ruth
    Release dateNov 29, 2018
    ISBN9781386543046
    Let Down Your Hair
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    Tamara Ruth

    Tamara Ruth is an author of many things, not all of them books. She lives in Illinois with her husband, two small kids, and a neurotic Sheltie.

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      Let Down Your Hair - Tamara Ruth

      Chapter One

      Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair! I sent the text message out, giggling. I’d been calling my best friend, Nancy Whitaker, Rapunzel ever since we met. Back when we were four! I still remembered that first meeting; mostly because my mom loved to tell me about it.

      It was the day we moved into our house. The house next door to the Whitakers. I wouldn’t leave the safety of my mother’s legs, but my eyes couldn’t stop staring at Nancy’s blonde hair — all perfectly straight and nearly to her waist. Evidently I’d leaned against my mom’s legs and whispered, Is she Rapunzel, Mommy?

      The adults laughed. Kid whispers are, um, not actually whispered. Or so my mom tells me. It was a predictable. That’s adults for you.

      Nancy and I became best friends anyway. Rapunzel became our code name. We used it whenever one of us needed the other’s help.

      Tonight, I was failing at trig. Nancy is something of a math whiz. I needed her help big time. Not that trig was the only issue.

      A thunderstorm raged outside. The wind beat the raindrops against my window with a furious tapping. Nancy had never developed a love of thunderstorms, not like me. While I enjoyed the pounding rain, lightning bursting across the sky, and booms of thunder, Nancy simply didn’t.

      I peered out my window and through the downpour. Nancy’s house was only a patch of green grass away. Her bedroom light was on. I figured she was up. My phone hadn’t vibrated with a reply yet. I picked it up and sent another text.

      Hey girl what’s up?

      I tried to make sense of the trig problem while I waited. There’s just something about math, especially trig, that doesn’t compute for me. Sighing, I flipped my phone back on. Nothing. No response. I left my desk to peek out the window again. Her light was still on.

      Hiding your head under the pillow?

      I didn’t have to wait long for a reply to that one. Turd face.

      I snorted, laughing. Turd face was the worst thing you could call someone back in kindergarten. Now that we were in high school, it was the insult de jour. Obviously I was annoying her, but that’s what a good best friend should be doing on a night like this. Plus I did need trig help.

      Knock, knock.

      Mom put her head through my door. The moment she

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