SOAKED IN BLEACH - K.C.

04

ABERDEEN, WA - JUNE 7TH, 1985

       For what has felt like the fastest 4 weeks of Avenelle's life, she has been busied by her new blooming interest in Kurt Cobain (including his friends Shelly and Krist) and her high school graduation.

Sitting on her counter top and thinking back to her expectations as a child, she wasn't exactly planning on walking the stage with faded red dyed hair, but now she wasn't sure. She bought some more dye to go back to her natural color, but staring at it now in her bathroom with Kurt sitting in the bathtub, she wasn't sure she could do it.

As stupid as it sounds, her red hair signified so many things in her life for her. She dyed her hair red the day she was saved from a punk rock crowd by gumby and the small one, a day she was eternally grateful for.

"If we're gonna dye your hair it has to be soon, Elle." Kurt said.

"I know." She responded. She kept her eyes locked on the model on the cheap box of hair dye.

"Do we have a decision?" He asked her, groaning as he raised himself from the tub and walked behind her to see her face in the mirror of her bathroom sink.

She didn't know if her hair would mark such a big
moment for her life as it did the last time she drastically changed it. New hair to go with a new point in her life.

Back to brown and officially free from the life of a student in the American public school system.

"Just give me a second. Can you go grab my gown from the laundry room? It should be on top of the dryer."

Kurt had become familiar with the layout of her house in the month or so that he had been over. Her parents weren't there much (Alex wasn't a huge problem either, she was either gone or just didn't care), so she was able to have him come and go as she pleased, almost like having their own house.

While he walked, she pondered for a second longer and threw the dye into the trash. She felt absolutely zero regret in her choice as she walked out of the bathroom to her oversized vanity to do her makeup.

Her senior pictures were already "corrupted" (her mother's words) with the sloppy dye job, what difference would it make for her graduation pictures to be as well?

She ditched some of her try-hard-punk look from before and went with a toned down version with a nice brown eyeshadow, blush, mascara, and some concealer on the rough areas.

By the time Kurt had found the cap and gown and walked in she was almost done. In his defense she was very quick with her routine. Muscle memory, you know?

She nervously slid her foot around on her cream colored rug under her vanity, a nice contrast to her mostly hardwood floors. If she wasn't too pretentious to ask her parents to use their money for anything bigger than necessary, she would maybe request a fully carpeted room.

Avenelle's parents were both out of town for her father's work. Some big business man trying to milk money out of the lumber mill her father defends. They were planning to fly in for the girls' graduation and then flying back out to wherever they were for the trial.

What that meant for Avenelle was that while Alex was out partying with the rest of her friends that would also be graduating, she could have her own friends over at the house to talk shit, eat, smoke weed, watch movies, etc.