Bleach Buzz Grown Out Novels & Stories

Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face. “What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me. He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”

“I still can’t do it with my eyes open though. It feels too off.” I smiled. “You were always the best. Maybe it is time for a change.” Mom shrugged. “Whatever you want. I’ll be happy to do.” “Can we do it short? Like a sweep to the side on the top but buzzed on the sides?” “You sure you want to do something so drastic? I mean, a year or so and it will be past your butt.” I took a couple bites of the yogurt, mulling it over. “I think it might be fun. I can always grow it back if need be. Plus, the whole reason I was growing it has gone out the window. Zeke always looked better with long hair than I did.”

Beau's voice was full of longing. "Would your mom even want you?" Harvey's voice was ice cold, completely crushing Beau's hopes. Beau had recovered well. After all, he was a growing child, and with proper nutrition, even the hair that had been shaved for stitches had grown back. Only the spot where he'd been stitched remained bald, creating a lightning bolt-shaped mark on the side of his head that actually looked rather cool. Harvey led Beau to an empty table and sat down. His gaze swept around like a king surveying his domain.

“THIS IS JUST like when we were teenagers.” I grin up at Bryce, who scowls because I moved. She has a pair of scissors in one hand and a lock of my hair in the other, and she’s thinning the edges like a professional hairstylist. I’ve bleached my hair to a respectable housewife blond, and now, Bryce’s giving me a shoulder-length layered ‘do. “Remember when you shaved the side of my head and dyed the bangs purple?”

If he didn't focus, it would take longer to get done and I would be denied access to him for longer. I went back into the bathroom and pulled at the hair that was itching. I watched as my hand pulled a big patch of hair. It wasn't just cutting, it was coming out of the roots. I was losing hair faster than I grew it but I didn't to disturb Min with my problems. He was already so busy, this was just something I had to do and overcome on my own.

"I’ll make sure you never forget." I grabbed the kitchen shears I’d swiped from the drawer. I hacked at the dark hair, watching the long, silky strands fall into the sink like dead things. Then, I grabbed the box of "Golden Honey" bleach I’d seen hidden in the back of the linen closet—the stuff Mom said we were too young for. I didn't care about being young. I didn't care about being pretty. I mixed the chemicals, the smell burning the back of my throat. I slathered it onto my head, my hands shaking with a fury that felt like fire.

Bianca was amazed to find that the gum miraculously disappeared from her hair. Frost then said, "Peanut butter has a high oil content. Might as well give your hair a thorough wash!" "I'll wash it myself!" Bianca was about to get up when Frost stopped her. "Stay still!" Bianca had to bend over. Both of them didn't speak, just the sound of running water, accentuating the unusual quiet in the room. Frost's skillful hands, meant for surgery, worked through Bianca's dark hair, occasionally massaging her scalp. Bianca felt so comfortable that she didn't want him to stop, and even after Frost turned off the water, she was still reluctant.

Misha was stuck getting her hand out in the washing machine. She bleached her hair in midnight green color, although it might fade for a lighter color over time, she's satisfied with what it turns out like how she's satisfied how everything turned out in her life. Because she'll paint it on a different color before it fades. She knew Blanche or Cleo Martinez as she was, ever since she was little, she always looked up at her. Although they may be the same age, Misha was a lot smaller compared to all the agents they trained in the organization.

She was standing outside my bedroom door, with a pie in her hand, and her mouth on the floor. "Mom, relax. I just bleached them a little," She stepped closer and began assessing my hair more carefully. "You had beautiful brown hair and now it's all... white. Like old people white," "It's called platinum blonde," "What did you do that for?" "Well, tomorrow's the first day back to school. I just feel like it's time for a little change..." My whole high school career had been somewhat... bland. Zero love life, no dramas, and no fights. That sounded peaceful, yes, but also very boring.

she asked, still popping her gum as she spoke. I wondered if it was too late to bail. “I don’t know. A full treatment?”. Rachel was taller than I was, so it was easy for her to reach up and loosen my bun. She gasped, and I held my breath. Alright, my hair did stink. “A full treatment it is,” Rachel muttered, and she ran her hand through my hair. “It’s amazing how your hair managed to grow with how badly you take care of it”. She muttered to herself, and I did not see the need to reply.