Grown Out Bleach Buzz Novels & Stories

“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 grinned as I typed in a reply. Nina : Thanks for visiting me! I'm looking forward to that too! I then added three airplane emojis next to my reply. I laughed out loud as his next message switched informally. Me and Regina has been teasing him these past few days about his airport-like forehead. He's currently experiencing hair loss after a severe allergy from a black shampoo. His scalp was deeply affected, hence the excessive fall off of his hair. Next week, he's scheduled for a hair transplant to treat his balding head.

I'll never put on another pair of those. I stepped into the shower, relaxing as the water rushed over my skin and soothed it. I rubbed the delicious smelling axe Apollo soap onto my body, taking it slow to admire every curve of my tall and slenderness. When I finished I took my time with my hair, placing a type of gel in it first before shampooing and rinsing. I made sure to be very delicate at washing my hair, not wanting to loose any dye. The gel would help hold the color in. Green was a hard color to get to stick to your hair. You had to be extra careful in the shower. You might step in with green hair and walk out with bleach blonde. When I had my hair washed and scalp massaged, I cut th

I demanded, fury in my voice. Jade smirked, holding up a bottle of bleach. The strong, stinging smell hit my nose, and panic shot through me. “Oh no!" I shrieked, feeling the bleach burn my scalp. My hands flew to my head, desperately trying to wipe it away, but the taps in every room I tried were dry. They’d planned this. Minutes and minutes passed as they each blocked my way into every room for about 10 minutes. “Help!” I screamed, running to my room’s bathroom and plunging my head under the faucet. My heart sank as I watched strands of my hair fall out, and my once-brown hair turn a fiery, unnatural red and brown.

The scream that left my lips was bloodcurdling. I stare at my reflection in horror and almost have the urge to cry. My hair is no longer a fair shade of strawberry blonde but a creamy chocolate brown, my natural hair colour. Oh, shit, shit, shit! I grabbed my bottle of shampoo and dumped its contents into the sink; it wasn’t shampoo. It was bleach. Fuck! How did bleach get in here? Someone must have poured bleach into this bottle, and Kiara was the only one in the room. My blood boiled in such a way that I was certain my skin was turning a bright shade of red. I storm out of the bathroom, but I am met by no one in our room.

"Go back to the archives and fix your neck because the smell of those chemicals is giving me a headache." I didn't wait for a second invitation. I scrambled for the door, unlocked it with shaking hands, and practically fell into the hallway. I didn't stop running until I reached the basement bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, looking at my reflection. The ‘rash’ was itchy and burning, but it had saved me. But as I looked at the red mess, a wave of sadness hit me. Damon had looked so hopeful for a split second—so desperate to find a connection and I had given him a face full of bleach-smelling hives.

I said nothing more, looking at the door till i heard the outer room door close gently. “finally” i muttered, looking back at the shower. The hot water had already run out at this time, leaving only warm water in its stead but i still stayed, trying to wash out the memories on how i completely embarrassed myself the previous night., * I laid on the bed, wrapping the towel around my hair as i looked in the mirror. “maybe i should dye it again” i said, lookig at my hair from the roots as my silver gray hair was starting to grow out of the dyed grey and the hair was starting to grow back to its normal length.

Kia's POV "Hell no, Kia, did you see the Star News interview?" Hazel screamed with excitement the minute she got back from shopping. At first glance, you would see that she did more than shopping. Her three-day-old nails were removed, and a fresh nail extension was added. Her hair was packed in an updo with new light brown highlights, and from the smell of the scented oils, you could tell she had a spa massage. I winced just thinking about the amount of money debited from my card. So much for 'shopping'.

A sweet smile popped on my lips as we all started to remember that day… THE MAKEOVER PLAN IN HIGH SCHOOL WE WERE ALL STANDING outside the famous salon and was contemplating whether we should try there or choose another place that offers a bit lower price than this establishment. My eyes flew at Rebecca who was holding her long unruly hair as if she was praying on it. "Do we really have to do this?" She nervously asked. "Yes. And don't react too much about it. It's not as if we're going to cut that short and have it bleached."