Willow’s POV I sat stiffly in the cushioned leather chair, staring at my reflection in the massive, gold-rimmed mirror. Mia was in the chair right next to me, her legs kept swinging back and forth like she didn't have a care in the world. "Mia, are you absolutely sure about this?" I whispered, "We are literally skipping school. You’ve never done this before and now you want us to dye our hair" "Please Willow, just relax" Mia said, waving a hand dismissively. "It’s my eighteenth birthday. We’re both adults now. I’m allowed to have a mid-life crisis a few decades early" I didn’t like the idea but she was right. It was her birthday. I had to be a good friend and support her. Especially after she just got rejected. If dyeing her hair was going to help her cope with the rejection then I was all for it. But I wondered… Mia said she got rejected but apart from when I met her on the ground. She looked okay. The pain of rejection was something that completely knocked me down. I eve
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