Novel & Cerita Blue Streaks Short Hair

It’s gorgeous every single day, rain, hail, or shine and this morning, a little fog. I finish my shower and get dressed in a white t-shirt, dark jeans, black biker boots. I put on a little light makeup; I’m pretty pale, but that could be from the poor sleep I’ve been having lately; one good night is never enough. My eye colour is strange; they have a blue outer ring and grey in the middle with green flecks within the grey. Sometimes they look blue, and other days like today, they look grey. The one attribute I like about myself is my lovely dark loose curls; it’s a deep brown and flows to the top of my waist. When wet, my hair touches the back of my thighs.

It was center parted with a fishtail braid at the back, lovely and elegant, but. “Remind me of Princess Fiona from Shrek.” Then, they tried the next one on me. It was a blue one, short and stylish, with little soft spikes at the back and side, cool and refreshing, but... “Sonic.” They tried the third one on me. It was a green one. I don’t want to comment anything about it, but just... “Have you heard of The Grinch?” And finally, they wore a better one on me. It was in dirty blonde, wavy, the length stopped at my waist, and the fringe was perfectly trimmed to my eyebrows.

I walk into the bathroom. After having a fast shower and brushing my teeth, I tiptoe back into my room to pick up my towel, trying not to get the floor wet. but unfortunately, I leave a tray of small water droplets that fall from the tips of my waist-length brown hair. when it's wet, it turns a dark shade of brown and the strands stick together, to make me look like a drowned cat. yet when it's dry, the curly strands present a mixture of chestnut brown hues with black highlights. I run my fingers through the wet fringe, pushing it away from my face to get a clear view of the clothes in front of me.

The hairdresser was a kind woman, my mother just brushed her hair and I wanted to do something different. 一 Have you thought about what you want my love? Yes, I want my hair and my eyebrows in a light brown color. Your request is my command. My hair was a dark brown color and many times my mother told me it was dark as night, I really wanted to change and the first step would be the hair. 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.

The next afternoon, Sheena was already busy fixing her. She took another shower and used a blow dryer to dry her hair. Sheena styled her hair and let the loose waves fall. She applied a color, which she initially rejected, but Sheena insisted that it was temporary. She claimed that in order to make her look different, they must first change the color of her black hair.

He knows that she’s standing behind him. A female with a wavy long ombre hair. She has a beautiful mixture of colors on her hair. Her light grey roots give a moonlit shimmer to her dark Rosie shade. With midnight indigo highlighting the edge of her hair, it just creates a dazzling gothic illusion. She has her hair braided in waterfall style with a navy ribbon hair clip on the end of the braid. She’s wearing a strapless black bustier crop top and a pair of black high-waist short. She has a silver chain belt on her waist. She also wears a black stocking and long black socks that comes above her knees. She has a pair of black wedges on her toes.

I grab a piece of bread, but before I can take a bite, Priscilla’s gaze sharpens, fixating on my hair. “Hold still,” she murmurs, stepping closer. Before I can react, she gently plucks a strand from my head and holds it up. “What?” I ask, confused. She twirls the strand between her fingers, her brows furrowing. “You’ve got a white streak coming in.” I freeze. “What?” She holds it out for me to see. It’s unmistakable—a stark silver strand mixed among my blonde locks. "There's more...it's concentrated in the areas above your left ear."

"I'm thinking we need to go bolder. Let's do purple streaks this time." I wrap the cape around her neck and snap it in place. "I don't think that's such a good idea, Sue. Remember what happened when you decided to do blue streaks? You were calling me the next day to get what you called 'that damn Easter egg color' out of your hair." "I don't know," she says as she looks in the mirror, fluffing out her hair. "I don't think I took enough time to get used to it. I think I jumped the gun on that."

Before I could argue again, she floated back downstairs toward Kael, leaving me alone to get ready. I wasted no time. I took a quick shower before brushing my teeth and hair. Cora had thoughtfully left a few hair ties for me. I divided my thick strawberry-blond hair into two sections and braided each one into a Dutch braid that rested halfway down my back. I always called my hair strawberry blond, although it actually carried quite a bit of pink mixed with strands of gold. Honestly... My hair was the one thing I was vain about. After using Pack Ravencrest's shampoo and conditioner the night before, it already looked shinier and fuller.

KATIE’S POV “I want it chestnut brown, you know, the rich kind.“ I said to the hairstylist standing before me. She nodded as she proceeded with my words. She had been shaking since I started speaking to her, and it was getting too much. I was beginning to wonder if she was listening to me. Well, I continued anyway; she had better do what I asked. “I want a blond streak down this side” I ran my hand through the left side of my hair. Tessa Kyle was going to look daring.