Blue Streaks Short Hair Novels & Stories

she questioned, spraying my hair with some water as she brushed some knots out. I shrugged in reply and stared at my reflection. I looked kind of gross, and some patches of dirt still remained on my face. Even my hair was unruly and had knots everywhere. Luckily, I changed into some spare clothes before I came here and I was delighted to be able to use soap to wash my face. However, I obviously failed at cleaning it properly. "Hmm… Let's change its colour and cut it short. I am going for a shoulder length cut and platinum colored hair, but it will be kind of grey. It will take about four hours, but you want a new hairstyle, so I will give you a totally new hairstyle."

I spun toward the small dressing mirror by the wall. What I saw made my knees weaken. “What?” The word fell from my lips like a whisper. There it was. Clear as daylight. Green. My hair. My precious blue hair, the color I had known since birth, was streaked with sparkling green. Thin at first, then deeper as it spread through the strands like wildfire. The glow of it shimmered faintly under the light, unnatural, alive. “No, no, no…” My fingers clawed at it as if rubbing hard could wipe the color away. But it stayed, brighter with every touch.

Sienna got ready in her bedroom, deliberately avoiding her overly concerned mother. Looking into her mirror, she adjusted her hair for the final time. Then, after a second thought, fixed it one more time. Last night she had googled the term, 'goth girl hairstyles,' and showed the picture to the only late opening hairdressers. Her hair was now a silky blue-black with a sharp fringe and much shorter and choppier. She'd put a skull-shaped hairclip in to match the model but worried it didn't look right on her.

Jazzy replied, having Ebony sit down on one of the beds as Jazzy sat behind her. After about twenty five minutes Ebony's hair was all untangled. It went down to the middle of her bottom and you could tell where the hair dye was added to give the blue streaks in her hair though the blue was mostly faded away and no longer in straight streaks due to her hair being fully brushed out. Jazy moved in front of Ebony and was just shocked at how stunningly beautiful she was Jazzy couldn't even find the words to describe the transformation She just saw happen. Jazzy just lead Ebony to a mirror and Ebony just stares in shock. “I’ve never…..seen myself….so clean….. It's so beautiful. I hardly even reco

It was sleeveless and her hair was loose but it was completely straight. "Of course I do" I get out of the window and go to the mirror. My blonde hair was completely straight, it looked so different because most of the time it's a mess. I noticed that my hair had streaks of white that were unremarkable. And that seemed strange to me. Am I turning gray so fast? God, I'll die young. She had opted for a long pastel pink dress, it had straps that had some sparkles, perhaps pearls. My heels were quite nice transparent sandals. But with the long dress they weren't noticeable. "It's not here yet," I tell them.

She looks stunning. Her eyes are so big and perfect. I love their unique color, brown with a spot of blue. The blue isn't a dark blue. It is light. It's like an open window viewing the blue sky in a sea of brown. Her hair has gotten longer. I wish her sandy waves were spilling down her back like they usually did but having her hair up gives me a clear view of her face. She is wearing a thick black hoodie, jeans, and plain sneakers, but she looks like a queen.

what a joke, this was the fifth school this year, and she felt a little guilty at the fact that mom and dad had actually had to move this time, halfway across the country because Lisa had run out of schools willing to take a risk on her in Texas. A quick shower later, and she had grabbed the brush to attack her hair with. It was a daily battle with her long curls, and she cursed at her mongrel hair, a strange combination of midnight black locks with blue streaks, all-natural, that had a weird white shimmer to it in the dark.

He could easily snap me in two. His skin is clear blue, like the ocean on a summer's day. The hair on his head is lighter in color, a pale blue that is almost white and cut short on the sides with more length up the middle. It looks perfectly messy, like he just woke up and only pulled his fingers through it. His jaw is sharp and has a light stubble, his nose is broad and slightly flat, and his eyes have a beautiful, shining purple color. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, even if he is blue.

I say. She nods her head and begins to get to work. It seems like it takes forever for her to cut my hair down to the length that we want. As she takes inches off my hair, it seems to get lighter and lighter. No wonder people like their hair shorter. Once she is satisfied with my length, she moves back to Scarlett to wash her hair out. They talk of hair styles for her while washing out the color. When they return, I am shocked to see that Scarlett's hair is a dark, almost midnight blue. The color is amazing.

As she made her entrance, hand clasped with Richard’s to keep her on a leash far more than it was to confess any fondness, Blue averted her eyes from the black hair she hoped rather earnestly wouldn’t be Vincent. It had been trimmed, cropped at the neck, she could see the loose waves falling around his ears in a way she wanted so desperately to run her hands through and tug at encouragingly. Screamed internally as her fiancé led her around the table.