As I walked out the door I decided that I was sick of my bright blonde hair and that I was going to get it dyed. And there was going to be no one there to stop me! I hurry and ran home and got some money out of my closet and grabbed the bag of cookies to eat on the way. Also, not knowing how long it was going to take I hurry and left and virtual note on the door so that when either Haiku or Isaac walked through the door a voice would tell them where I am and what I was doing. As I walked to a salon close to our house I couldn’t help but wonder why Mrs. Taylor was so sad. She had never been that way before. It took about 5 minutes to get there. I hurried and walked in the door once I arrived. As I gave the receptionists my name, age (13), and phone number I realized I hadn’t even thought about what color I was going to dye my hair. Well since I didn’t want brighter mine as well go dark. Black it is! My hair was not too short but not too long at the moment.
Some time passed. So now my hair was black. I realized it kind of gave me a dreary look now with my normally black clothing. And the black wrist band that I liked to wear. Oh well, I thought to myself. The ones that are going to be most upset about it are probably going to be my siblings. They always thought I dressed to dreary anyways. Not only that but they were very into being into the in clothing. Meaning at this time and age, bright clothing. BLAH! Not me I would much rather wear what I think I look good with.
You might ask why I care so much. Since our parents only cared if we took the first 6 years of school. And, they were always on business trips. I had a lot of time to think of such things. Not to mention other stuff like things that don’t matter. Like how my room looks. Not like anyone ever looks in there. Or that I try and buy all my stuff from my favorite brand of clothing, Scourge. Not to mention that Scourge sold shoes with lots of cushion inside of them so it made them kind of fat. Making my feet look big which is the opposite of what the fashion is. Everyone wears these little tiny shoes. They look ugly and uncomfortable I do not want! Yet still on the other hand. If we talk about stuff I do on my free time. I am a bit lost for words. I mean, I already told you I love to sing. I also enjoy buying new dark clothing for myself. Also I like time to myself just to think up things. I also enjoyed quiet. Not to mention being able to stay up late and just stair at the moon. Yet that made me start to think of my life school for some odd reason. And how odd school was itself.
All of us, me and my siblings, were kind of different in school. We all seemed to be a bit smarter than everyone and not have a problem in gym.
Now it is midnight marking only 2 more days tell my parents come back. I have been thinking about how I am going to approach them and what I am going to do.
Well that ended up that chapter quite nicely. Sorry that it's doubled space I had to type it in word cause I was also typing it for this thing I have to do in English. Love you all and have fun :D!
