Novel & Cerita Fried Damaged Bleached Hair

I sat in the salon as Sheila surveyed my hair. "Your hair is healthy and we would be able to dye it. But first we're gonna bleach it. Sounds good?" She said and I nodded. Sheila began working and soon enough she was done. She spun me around on the chair and I looked into the mirror. I gasped when I saw myself. My hair was now blonde and I looked amazing. "You look gorgeous girl." She gushed and I giggled. "Thank you so much." My bouncy blonde curls looked absolutely gorgeous.

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?”

Addie was in tears and Edge was trying to console her. She got to work using a few tricks her mom had taught her. Finally, with all having to remove a few pieces of hair, she got it out. It really wasn't noticeable what little hair Addie lost. "Now when you go home, condition your hair, then shampoo it, then condition again. And I promise you won't even be able to tell it." Traci promised. "Thank you. I'm sorry Edge to have ruined your birthday." Addie whispered. "Baby you haven't ruined anything." He assured her.

I knew if I didn’t try to relax, I’d stutter and get frustrated. “I got up, everything was normal and all of a sudden, my hair was chopped in half. I’m sure you’ve seen something like this before,” Her eyes scanned my hair for a few seconds. “It’s a clean chop, like it was done by a scissors,” “Exactly!” “I think it was the shampoo,” “Shampoo? Why would my shampoo cut my hair? Even if it did, it wouldn’t chop the hair in half, it would chop off the hair unevenly, down to its roots,”

"How much do you want me to cut off?" "All of it. Any of the blonde. Just get rid of it. I'm never going back," Alex said with a flourish of her hand. Lexi giggled. Jimmy leaned back on his hands. A small smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. Lexi stood behind her and held out a long chunk of bleach blonde hair. Some of it real and some of it extensions. "Are you sure? It's going to be pretty short," Lexi said. "It's fine. It's not like I'm trying to attract a mate." Alex dropped her eyes and stared at her hands. An uncomfortable silence fell on the group and a sadness filled the air. Lexi continued to saw at pieces of hair. The blonde strands fell to the floor about her.

“Hey. You. Honestly. Do you really think I’d let anything happen to you?” He grinned, and I grinned back. “Okay, pretty girl. Make me a star.” It wasn’t hard. A bottle of vibrantly red hair dye, a few white streaks here and there, and a haircut later, Reed Taylor was exactly my kind of man. “I love it,” I said and sat on his lap. “You’re perfect.” “You’re not so bad yourself,” he said and ran his hand down my newly black hair. “Seriously, these blue tips rock! Who would have thought a little hair stuff could make such a big difference?”

Instead, they kept my makeup minimal, using only a tinted moisturizer and a hint of lip balm to make me look healthy rather than sick. Kenji simply brushed my hair until it shone, leaving it down and free, a cascade of soft waves around my shoulders. The sheer relief of not having to endure another two-hour battle with my own hair was so immense that it cured a little bit more of my headache. I was tired, yes, but no longer in agony.

Like him. Fresh tears blur my vision. Why is it so difficult? Why does everything seem so hard? I hate this. “I don't want this anymore. I don't want him anymore.” Tears spill down my cheeks. Eventually, I let it be. I give up. Someday, it will come off. Forty minutes later, I rinse away the dye. Blonde hair stares back at me—dull, pale, and different. Exactly what I need. I hardly recognize myself, and neither will anyone else.

He did too but he ignored it. After leaving them, he returned to his room where he immediately applied the light brown hair spray Yoonjin had bought him. The dye of this spray was temporal and could wash off. Yoonjin preferred it to real dye because it was less harmful to hair. Also, he wanted Hosun to keep his brown hair but go lighter whenever he asked the younger to. Hosun took his time to spray his hair the blew it with a drier. He looked even more handsome than usual with the lighter color.

His eyes were so large in expectation and anticipation as I spoke and I almost laughed. So, that petty side of me decided to tease him. "You could just work on your hair though," I said, trying to hide the smile that was curving at the base of my lips. Frederick took that adorably personal. "My hair?" His eyes were wide like a childs', "W-What's wrong with my hair?" I laughed a bit, enjoying this. "It's too bright," I told him. "Strawberry blonde? I don't really fancy the colour on your shade of skin. Seems out of balance and all."