Blonde Root Smudge Novels & Stories

Trying to look like someone else. I wear the blonde wig that's really long. I arrange the hairline and I'm good to continue, I curl the strands of the blonde hair. Once I'm through, I comb out the curls to turn into waves and I already look different. Blonde is always a killer look. I apply make up, thick and heavy, and it fits my complexion. After successfully putting on the blue contacts and thick eyelashes, I apply red lipstick to top the look. God, I look different. Wild and ready to party and have sex. That's the look. I run my fingers through the waves and flash a smile at my reflection. I spent another minute covering Asa's hickeys and every of his marks.

Her eyes meet mine in the mirror as I poise to swipe some gloss on my lips. Wow. I think because she’s got to be be of the prettiest women I’ve ever seen. She was a true blonde, not the one that came out a bottle you could tell, the strange part was the dark roots almost black that gave way to waves of blonde tresses. She washes her hands and her eyes lift momentarily, blue, bright. I blinked and dabbed my lips a few times before rolling my lips to spread the gloss around. Then I added some more and capped the lid back.

granted I am one but he doesn't know that. 1399 I take my glasses off and rub at the lenses with the end of my shirt, trying to clean off the smudges. I place them back on my face and everything comes back into focus. 1412 I brush my light red hair out of my face, wishing I'd really brought bobby pins...or at least a hair tie. 1417 I start counting the number of times I see the same people walk down the hall in front of me. Blondie - 3

I pulled my curls up into a high bun and took off my sweater, just wearing a crop top and my high waist jeans. Kenzo walked by and asked if I needed some help. I had been fighting with some roots that I couldn’t get out, so his help was very welcome. After a while Elias came back with some bottles of water and sat in the shade beneath a tree, while Kenzo and I continued with the damn roots. I was trying to get one of the roots out by pulling at it with my hands, it snapped and I fell back on my ass covered in dirt. Kenzo gave me a hand while secretly laughing at me.

I didn’t even have my bad feelings! Soon Holly was pulling at my hair and assaulting my face with makeup. She tired half of my hair back with an elegant braid and left pieces framing my face which she curled and curled the back. She applied a smoky eye with a slight blush since I seem to bush enough to bring out the color on my cheeks. Slipping onto my gown I looked into the mirror. I didn’t even recognize myself. I was stunning. My wolf necklace just brought everything together. Holly came out with her hair in a low side bun with pieces framing her face and a dark blue smoky eye to match her dress. She was a vision to see.

Fanning my face, I take a deep breath, “Is this real? I still don’t think it’s real.” “Girl,” she steps closer to me, placing her hands against my arms, and spinning me around to look in the mirror. My hair has grown back out, even longer than before and falls just below my breasts. It’s finally back to blonde, but I keep a shadow root to remind myself of the hell I’ve overcame. A small nod to the time I spent in that cabin pretending to be someone else. I chose a subtle smokey eye for a more natural look. Warm browns bring out my blue eyes, highlighting the flecks of green that circle them.

Highlights and contours, shading my eyelids to give it a smoky eye effects. She trimmed my brows, she said it was a natural and it didn’t need much shading. She applied red lip-stain on my lips and blush on my cheekbones. After that, she created baby curls on the crown of my head and temples while using the edge control. She was finally done,“Oh my God! You look so beautiful!!”I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had transformed into a different person entirely, the makeup blended with my bronze coloured skin. “It’s perfect”,

All wrong. When I woke up this morning, I noticed it immediately—the dark brown strands had lightened somehow, showing hints of silver at the roots. Not gray from stress, but actual silver, like moonlight woven into hair. It had to be the dye job washing out. But it still freaked me out seeing it. I'd spent the last hour applying the dye Anna had procured for me, desperately trying to cover the strange new color. The brown was holding, mostly, but in certain light I could still see the silver trying to break through.

He sat and she got back to work getting the splinter out of his skull. Then she went into the bathroom and used the box of color on her blond hair. She’d had her hair many colors in the past, all variations of blond. This had been the lightest she’d gone and to be honest, it had been nothing but a pain since she’d bleached it. She’d thought it would make her look better on camera, but it had only ended up washing out her skin tone. Plus, the upkeep was more than she wanted, not to mention how impossible it was to make it look shiny for the cameras. She had multiple bottles of oils she had to use just to keep her ends from breaking.

By the time, he was done with my hair, i could not recognise myself. "I used a special stay-on glue that should keep this going for two weeks. Make sure to keep coming back for your hair appointment, okay? I'll put that on Amika." Brodine said in a lovely southern accent. I smiled a thank you at him, especially after the criticism i got at the last place. Amika was at my side in no time, smiling at the new dark blonde wig i got. It was more elegant and stylish than the last one. I heaved a huge sigh.