Grown Out Bleach Buzz Novels & Stories

And I should reapply what I have left of that scent masking spray. With this thought in mind, I went into a convenience store nearby and bought a pair of scissors, hair bleach, and then some hot pink hair dye. The bleach is to lighten my hair, so I get the pink I want. I will finally have the hair I WANT, and I think it will make for a perfect first step to my new life of freedom.

That I wouldn't get tired of dealing with them every single day. It was like someone saying, eat bran flakes every morning because it's good for you but it didn't change the fact that it tasted like wet wood munch! "Ms?" A short balled headed customer called. "Yes?" I questioned. Could he not see that I was having a mid-twenties crisis. No, he couldn't. He was too much in a hurry to go home and use this hair growth shampoo on his nogen. I scanned the item and moved it to the opposite end of the counter. "Paper or plastic?" I asked.

I found disposable wipes and wiped them off and I was about to trash it when I noticed something in the trash can dangling and the cover, it appears that it didn't enter into it well. It caught my attention, it was a satchet of Blonde hair dye. I used the wipes to pick it up and examined it very well. It was blonde hair dye. But why would Leexy be using a blonde hair dye? she's already naturally blonde. "Where you able to get it out?", she asked from outside, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Uhm, yes I did", I said trashing everything completely and washing my hands. I decided not to think much about it, it's nothing.

Mom picks up her bag and walks out, locking the door behind her. “Bye mom!” “Bye Carol, see you at 8:00 p.m.” Hannah just walked in. She’s been at the salon all afternoon. “Hannah! Omg! Blonde now? “Yea. What? Don’t you like it? The woman gave me purple shampoo. It helps to even out the tone.” I get up from laying on the couch. “It’s very radiant, bright actually. It fits your personality. I love it.” “Right! Everyone from my girl squad was there, we're all blonde now.”

She was standing outside my bedroom door, with a pie in her hand, and her mouth on the floor. "Mom, relax. I just bleached them a little," She stepped closer and began assessing my hair more carefully. "You had beautiful brown hair and now it's all... white. Like old people white," "It's called platinum blonde," "What did you do that for?" "Well, tomorrow's the first day back to school. I just feel like it's time for a little change..." My whole high school career had been somewhat... bland. Zero love life, no dramas, and no fights. That sounded peaceful, yes, but also very boring.

“You said it happened at dinner and again yesterday, right?” “I still don’t understand it,” I reply, walking toward the hair aisle, eyes scanning different braids and extensions. “It’s not something I control. It just happens. Like a flash, or a blink, and then—boom—it’s real.” I pull down a sleek pack of White Plum Goddess Weave, the kind that wraps like clouded silk around the scalp. I toss it into my basket, deciding instantly. The locks had to go. I need to feel new, look new.

“I still can’t do it with my eyes open though. It feels too off.” I smiled. “You were always the best. Maybe it is time for a change.” Mom shrugged. “Whatever you want. I’ll be happy to do.” “Can we do it short? Like a sweep to the side on the top but buzzed on the sides?” “You sure you want to do something so drastic? I mean, a year or so and it will be past your butt.” I took a couple bites of the yogurt, mulling it over. “I think it might be fun. I can always grow it back if need be. Plus, the whole reason I was growing it has gone out the window. Zeke always looked better with long hair than I did.”

I was walking a lot better, I still had to use a stick to help me balance, but I was so much quicker. We stayed in one of the gorgeous spa hotels in Greenville. We arrived the day before, Buzz had surprised the three of us with treatments to help us relax before the big day. Julia opted out of the massage, saying she didn’t like them. I wondered why Buzz would send us to a spa resort when his bride didn’t like massages, but I let it go.

He looks at David, grunts, and tosses him the last heel of sourdough, preserved and re-preserved so many times that it bounces when it lands on the counter. Darrel appears next, two flights down, carrying with him the bright lemony stench of disinfectant: David can tell already that he’s poured half the bottle on his hair for the inaugural bleach. “If I obliterate the pigment, maybe the wolf will just come out white and skittish and leave everyone alone,” he says, which is funny because Darrel’s the only one of the three who’d enjoy the attention.

"Do you understand?" "Mhh," I squeaked out running away from him to the bathroom so I could do my makeup. After so many layers of makeup, I was finally looking like a human being and not a zombie that was ready to kick Jason's ass. I stared at my hair and decided that I really need to get it done, I would book an appointment for Ora and me at the hair salon so I can finally get rid of it. Brushing it and detangling my hair, I pulled it into a ponytail behind my head and braided the ends before rolling it into a bun.