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“What about violet?” Nate blinks, caught off guard. “What about it?” Unwinding the strand of hair, she resumes her finger-drumming rhythm. “I’m thinking of coloring my hair violet. Think it’ll suit me?” Nate arches a brow, skepticism radiating off him. “Girl, it’s going to take a few sessions of bleach to strip all that darkness out of your hair. And that’s if your hair doesn’t fall out from the trauma.” “Celeste knows how to do hair recovery like a pro,” Ariah counters with a casual shrug, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “It’s not a problem. Or… what about dark blue? Like a rich indigo?”

Our dresses are chosen for us. "I like my hair," I say to ease the sad expressions on Baalee's face. She beams and hugs my shoulders before continuing to clean up the makeup area. I was worried my inch-long curls would be too complicated for the Keas to style, but they made my short hair look elegant.

she asked kindly. I didn’t even blink. “I want to bleach my hair. All of it. Cut it, too.” She raised a brow, a grin tugging at her lip. “You sure? You’ve got pretty hair.” “I don’t want pretty,” I said. “I want different.” An hour later, the woman in the mirror barely looked like me. My long, curly hair had been chopped into a blunt shoulder-length bob that made my neck look longer and drew every attention to my face. My dull black hair had been dyed strawberry blonde.

And I should reapply what I have left of that scent masking spray. With this thought in mind, I went into a convenience store nearby and bought a pair of scissors, hair bleach, and then some hot pink hair dye. The bleach is to lighten my hair, so I get the pink I want. I will finally have the hair I WANT, and I think it will make for a perfect first step to my new life of freedom.

It fееlѕ аmаzіng tо bе clean, and аftеr ѕlірріng іntо Brеndа’ѕ clothes, I’m tоtаllу rеfrеѕhеd. Blake hаѕ no hаіr drуеr, ѕо I twіѕt mу hаіr іntо a mеѕѕу bun and I fееl rеаdу to tаkе оn fіndіng April аgаіn.

Then, with Lily's help I was able to bleach my silky brunette hair, to a new dirty blonde colour. After the hair makeover, we stood in front of the big mirror in the bathroom's open area, turning and changing poses as we admired our new look. It's not as good as plastic surgery, but I'm sure we'd be able to fool a lot of people with this new look. Only someone who looked very closely enough would be able to tell that we're the same people in the wanted posters. I can't wait to see the look on Drax's face when he sees us for the first time with our new hair.

I take the bag from the drugstore into the bathroom and get to work. It’s late at night and I’m nearly done with my hair. The blond is now setting in my hair. I was pretty pleased with the way the bleach came out. It wasn’t as stiff as I thought it might get. I change the channel on the old school TV again, uninterested in whatever nonsense is on this channel. I keep clicking through, killing time until I can rinse out the blond. My mind goes blank as I keep scanning channels. There’s a romance movie and the lead characters rush into each other’s arms in the rain. There’s a nature documentary about wolves. There’s a murder crime tv show. And every single glimpse makes me think… about Drake.

She started bleaching my hair, which I didn't think was necessary, but she was the professional and after 30 minutes my hair was already completely blonde, my scalp itched and burned, but according to the hairdresser Sheila this was normal and here we went for another hour. In this one hour that I was waiting, my mother and I also decided to do our nails. Unlike my mother who chose a red, I chose a light beige that matched my skin color, and soon after I finished my nail, my hair was already done. Sheila removed all the excess dye and then washed it with some product that made my hair smell good, and the last step was the finishing touch and when my hair was done, I felt like a new person, a

Hayden was tall, but thin like an electric pole, his pale complexion and spiky hairstyle was rebellious more than impressive. With piercing and tattoos, he looked like a bully, trying to scare others while hiding his insecurities. Well, my assessment went straight to hell as Lisa dragged me to her room, she and her friends considered me a dummy to test their makeup skills. “What about dying her hair red or purple? It’ll suit her!” The fiery hair reminded me of my biggest rival Amara, burning my entire existence. So, when she applied bleach on my hair, I suggested hesitantly. “I have seen heavy golden balayage on a model. Will it suit me?”

BLAIRE "uuhhh... do you think this is fine?" I asked Eunice shyly as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My mix-colored hair was temporarily dyed with blonde and neatly tied into a braided ponytail. Some loose strands fell but they don't look messy, rather they outlined my face in a pleasant way. The long dress I was wearing was similar to that of a maid with the colors white and black.