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The sound of gentle chatter and the soft hum of blow dryers created a soothing background melody, as Naya and Hazel surrendered to the pampering, their laughter and whispers intertwining with the salon's warm atmosphere. The stylist's hands moved with precision, weaving a spell of transformation, as Naya and Hazel embarked on a journey of self-expression, their hair becoming a canvas for their inner beauty and creativity. The anticipation was palpable, as they awaited their reveal, their new looks promising to unleash a fresh sense of confidence and glamour. "Wow, I love this!" Hazel beamed, her eyes shining with delight, as the stylist finished her hair, revealing a stunning silver mane tha

Bale had snipped away at Hailey's waist-length hair with garden scissors, reducing it to an uneven military buzz cut. Luckily, Hailey found the hidden mirror and examined herself. A zit nestled between her eyebrows, triggering a wave of nostalgia. Puberty had hit her like any other girl, bringing both advantages and disadvantages. Her body had matured, though she remained lanky due to malnutrition. Her face had blossomed with youthful beauty, but acne marred her otherwise smooth skin. That solitary zit was a stark reminder of the day her life had changed forever. It was the day she had bid her final farewells to the awful Bales, who had housed her for five years.

If I had money, I would have never done any of these. That means only one option is left. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to gather all the guts inside me. My heart pumps fast for what I am about to do. I can do this. It's just hair. They will grow back. Focus on the money. Freedom. It’s not even a week since I bleached and dyed my hair blue. I was so happy with the color and texture as it made me look like a species from Pandora. An Avatar Princess.

There was enough in my hair to keep it in check for a year, and it made me icky. My fingers itched to run the detachable showerhead over my scalp to rid it of the mess. Len was present, and he stared back when I looked in the mirror. He didn’t like this. Neither did I. But Beth wanted gentle and sweet. I could try to be that or at least look the part. Malik was on a buzzcut, and I had no intentions of growing my beard as long as his. Hank loved his hair gel. The few times I saw him, his hair was intact. So this was a compromise of some weird sort.

I tried to remove the other part while hearing his honking. My phone started buzzing. I was feeling on the verge of an outburst. That's it. Calm down. I said it to myself and tried to remove the brush stuck in my hair. After a good ten minutes, it got removed. I heard the doorbell ring. I kept the broken brush aside and picked up the hair spray.

The color is amazing. One hair stylist takes over my hair to start the blow out process while the original one gets to work on cutting Scarlett's hair. As we finish they bring over a few options of hair products and I get to pick out the scent that I like the best. One of the products is a sugar scrub for my hair. There is shampoo, conditioner and another product as well. Scarlett walks over after I make my decisions and I see that she has the pixie hair cut that I was originally thinking about but much shorter than I had wanted. It looks amazing on her.

I unbuttoned the knitted turtleneck I was wearing and brushed my hair back to reveal the base of my neck. The color is still almost blackish gray and is now widening until it almost spreads to my collarbone. The purple streaks that surrounded it were also getting longer, this strangebruise seemed to be growing inside me. I'm still not entirely sure but deep inside I can guess what's triggering these growths of bruises and scars ... Alex.

My short hair looked soft and silky and my bangs have streaks of red highlights. I have never worn makeup before, but I must admit, this new look suited me. Maybe Terry was right. I do clean up nicely. When I came out to meet Blaze at the waiting area, he took one look at me from head to toe and gave me a smile of satisfaction. “Now, that’s money well spent.” I rolled my eyes and said, “I’ll pay for these too.” “Yes, you would. Not with money though.” “Blaze, you’re starting to scare me,” I said as we got into his car.

Sloane went to get the scissors, and just like Dahlia did before, I cut some part of my hair off, but after a few seconds, it grew back instantly. I gasped in shock, the pair of scissors falling from my hand.

"Did you cut your brain off with that ponytail?!" Mom finally spoke up, her voice softer but still carrying an edge of concern. "Speaking of," she said, tilting her head, "why did you cut off your hair all of a sudden? It was very nicely grown and taken care of." I resisted the urge to scoff. "Because..." I started, then shrugged. "Well, to be completely honest, I wish someone had smacked the shit out of me when I started growing it out. It was hot, heavy, uncomfortable, and I looked too much like a girl." I leaned back. "I just looked in the mirror yesterday and was disgusted by it. I think it looks better buzzed anyway."