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A normal blonde or brunette or even dark haired, which seemed to be the most common I had seen in my life on people my age. But I was born with this. It was my curse. Even in the blood moon pack house, I seemed to be the only one with this shade of hair and midnight blue streak in it. It was hard getting by without being looked at like a complete freak. One time, one of alpha Kieran’s slut had made me dipped my hair in water filled with laundry soap commanding me to wash off dye because she felt I was trying to get attention from people. As it never came off, she then assumed it was a permanent dye and promised to deal with me henceforth as I had disobeyed her by not taking off the dye.

To my dismay, I met Stacy instead. Something about her didn't just sit well with me and I had to make sure to stay very far away from her, she reeked of trouble. "You're back.." I exclaimed in surprise, and she kept her gaze on me. "Yes.." she responded, not retrieving her eyes from me. "So you have decided to go back to your blonde…" Those words came out like anything other than a question. She added a smile, probably to make herself look nice. "Yes, I think it suits me better.." I voiced out, though that was a very big lie. My normal dark hair looked so good on me, not this blonde. I felt so weird at the moment.

She just marches over and starts tilting my head this way and that, her fingers working quickly through my hair like she’s trying to fix a doll someone dropped in mud. My short hair is already back to its normal color since the pink washed out days ago, but the length is too uneven to style, so she reaches for a wig sitting on the tray. a long blonde wig. My throat tightens as she settles it on my head, adjusting the lace, smoothing it along my forehead until it blends with my skin like it was made for me.

I joked and beside, she just looks so beautiful, breathtaking, I just can't miss this chance of teasing her , she always seems so flawless but I just realize she really is flawless. She frown her eye brows confused and speechless which I think she looks absolutely adorable. "You hair" I continue while pointing at her hair and enjoying how dumbfounded she looks. "What is the name of the color cause I can't seems to get it. It looks like brown at the same time it looks like black". "Strawberry blond" she blur out, then close her eyes as nods her head clearly regretting what she said. As soon as she open her eyes, she turn as she start searching for her scarf, which was laying just beside her,

My hair was almost similar to Grace, except that the stylist had let down a few tendrils of hair and curled them around my face. I made my way to Ken and after spraying a handful of heat proof spray on her hair, began taming the mane that she so lovingly cherished. To be honest, we all loved Ken’s blond curls. It was unique in the fact that very few people with natural blonde hair had curls like hers and Ken’s were a hundred percent natural no matter what people thought. Grace’s mother entered the room at that instant, a small woman with shoulder length blonde hair and dark blue eyes who wore a lovely sea blue dress that hugged her petite form perfectly. She covered her mouth with her hands

I can't seem to see a difference at first, but thanks to Heather talking to me one day, I saw that there is indeed difference about our hair color. My hair was naturally blonde until the roots while Rosine's blonde hair had streaks of black on the roots. From afar, you can't see a difference but if you look closely enough, then you can spot it. Rosine specifically don't want people to look closely at her hair, so she can stand at my level. "You're here Jean, and you Heather." "Oh, hi." Jean, as usual, stayed silent. I awkwardly let out a chuckle. It looks like Rosine prepared so much for this day. Looking at her attire, I wonder where she got the money to buy it. Or maybe it was from thrift

The clattering sound of the repeated clashing of the canister and the plastic casing erupted between them for several minutes as her lungs slowly regained their normal functioning. Jayden stood, watching her frantic movement. His observing gaze slowly shifted to her hair which kept bouncing every time she shook the drug. Her hair was of a rare color, a different charm of blonde which was like bright gold or the sun rays filtering through the clouds, a shade that effortlessly demanded attention. The more he stared at it, the more terrifying memories crept to him.

Her face bore a serious look of concern. Leesa smiled at the sight of her best friend. Only the ends of Cali’s neck-length hair poked out from beneath her rainbow-colored Rasta tam, but enough was visible for Leesa to see that Cali had streaked her hair with bright pink highlights. She had also found a pink stud to put into her cheek piercing. When Leesa had first met Cali back at the start of school, Cali’s dark hair had been streaked burgundy, almost matching the port-wine stain on her cheek that looked like a map of California and was the source of her nickname. Her stud had also been burgundy.

Her hair was purple and it was tied in a long ponytail that almost reached her waist, her nails were painted blue and they were sharp, her skirt was short, revealing almost all her thighs, her blouse was also a show tummy. Mystique gulped taking in her appearance as she sat on a stool beside the counter, her almost bare back was faced to Mystique as she licked her spoon after digging in to a cup of ice cream. Mystique frowned in disgust as she moaned in a sexual way while tracing her tongue all over the spoon.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.