Novel & Cerita Dying Greasy Unwashed Hair

I did not want to get to my people looking as if I came from the grave even if I did. My hair was washed which left the water brown with dirt. The shame. I did not even know what I looked like. I probably looked like a crazy person. My hair had knots, deciding to just move on. I scrubbed my skin until it burned, scrubbed until I was sure I was clean all over. No part of me was not cleaned.

Blake shrugged, he turned the burner off and open the lid, the smoke brought the smell of cheese, chorizo, and tomatoes to my nose. "I remember I walked over a burning pit, it must've caught the smell." I nervously sniffed my top and my oily hair stick decided to snap my hair tie in two. My hair wasn't washed for days now. And it's slimy, stinky, and oily. I wonder why they didn't notice that smell first, before my clothes. "When will you stop lying to us?"

The water is freezing. My entire body shivers violently but I had to do it. I had to wash. Not only do I absolutely stink but I’m still covered in blood, in grime, in all the remnants of death. I scrub at my skin with my hands, having nothing else to use to get all the dirt off. My hair is so matted it seems pointless to even try to sort it out but I duck my head, and try to ease out the knots.

He laughs again and smacks my bum, hanging on his shoulder. "You didn't put the cream down, I'm not putting you down." he says, and it's final. We didn't actually need a lot of time to clean ourselves up, especially because neither of us really cares about the way our hair looks; Axel has given up on controlling his locks a long time ago, and I have given up because there is so much hair on my head that I would need two days to straighten it. And my hair gets greasy after three days, so there really isn't a point to it. It's quite straight anyway, thank God.

He only kept troubling me. I managed to lay on the bed, hoping to get some sleep, but suddenly, a disgusting smell swarmed into my nostrils, almost making me puke. I instantly knew it was coming from my hair. I hadn’t washed it in days. I sighed and decided to give it a wash, even though I knew it would be almost impossible with my hands. I went into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, staring at my greasy, messy hair. I just couldn’t overlook it anymore.

You can imagine a cat that's burnt and hairless with left over furs on it’s body, well they looked just that scary and disgusting. data-p-id=0d52ad997053c0b648eb675d3aebf8b0, Sasha tied her hair in a very messy bun, Tamara has her hair in a ponytail, and don't even get me started on Valarie's hair. It looked so lifeless and sad that I almost felt bad for the poor thing. They all looked like they haven't showered in days, all dressed in oversized sweaters and shorts. "What in God's name is happening here?" I yell sharply from both anger and surprise and at first they stared back at me briefly with a surprised look but turn away with disappointed look on their faces.

The air was thick with the smell of stale grease, and something far worse,the cloying, metallic tang of necrotic rot. Anna struggled onto one elbow, her head spinning with a violent vertigo. She looked down at herself through older, more experienced eyes. She wasn't in a gossamer white dress anymore. She was wearing a pair of grease stained jeans and a black tank top that had been shredded almost to ribbons.

'Ce n'est pas difficile," she insisted, pointing to her throat with the comb. Lola listened carefully. To her ears, it sounded like "Allah may." "Alxames," she tried again and started to laugh. "It's difficult!" "Non, ce n'est pas difficile!" "Aiyee," she squealed as Garcia tugged at her hair. "T'es pas gentille, toil! And are you sure I need cream?" Garcia rubbed more Vaseline along the hairline. "I have greasy hair, you know. Grease. La grise."

We are not thinking about that greasy food that I am unable to have for god knows when. "Finally! Took you long enough baby sis, and look at you, you finally developed and don't look like a homeless child anymore! Well done!" Willow exclaimed with her newly dyed blonde hair that looks damaged to the point it is about to fall out at any point, but who am I to say when she is the "oh so beautiful Willow".