ℑ𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔬𝔱 // daybreak fanfic // rewriting

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖊𝖓

Okay, I have to admit something to you: I lied when I said I had never even spoken to Eli. I don't know why; I guess I thought he wouldn't want anyone to know. I thought he would be ashamed or embarrassed or something. Which he probably really would.

Except for school, I have only met him once. We didn't say much to each other, but we have met. I knew his name and who he was. Ever since that day, I knew that he was in my class.

Biology, third period, every Monday and Wednesday. He was there, sitting behind me.

*𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖'𝕤 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜*

I have been walking around the city for about an hour. My plan for today was to get some new clothes and get my hair done. We had a party on Friday, and everyone wanted to look their best since it was a big thing. We were celebrating the victory of our rugby team, so basically, the whole school was invited.

It was going to be at Turbo's place, and for the first time, other people than his friend group got to come. I've heard people talking about it since last week. I'm personally not all that excited, but I still want to go. And preferably look good.

I already have all the clothes I wanted to buy. Now I just have to find a hair salon. Every place I know is already booked, and I made the dumb decision of not calling in sooner.

I walked around until I got to this old Street. It was pretty empty, but after I kept walking for a while, I spotted a small shop, and when I got closer, I noticed that it was in fact a salon. It looked homey and kind of comfy. I could try asking if they have some free spots right now. I walk in, and opening the door causes a bell to ring. Some of the hairdressers look my way, and I smile. "Good afternoon." They all reply to me and keep working on their clients. It smells like caramel, and insects stick in here. The whole place is kind of small but really cozy. I walk up to the register, and a small, dark-haired woman comes to me. "Hello, is there something I can help you with?" She looks quite shocked, like she wouldn't expect me there. Why, though? Perhaps it is because all these people look like they have known each other for years, then some dumb teenage girl who can't schedule an appointment barges in.

"Hello, I was just wondering if you have someone free right now by any chance?" She looks around, and it seems for a moment that I will be leaving. "I'm free; it depends on what you need." It's really sweet of her to offer, even though she most likely owns this place. "Just to trim up my ends and give them a wash, it's okay if you don't have the time. I totally get that." She smiles at me, and as she wants to answer, we both hear a loud sound of some stuff falling from the other room. This sound Is followed by a bunch of angry words in a language that I do not know. She looks at me and gives me an apologetic smile. I wonder what that was. She walks away, and I hear muted arguing. I decided to be an idiot and walk up close enough to hear what was going on. It is useless.

Again, a bunch of words that I don't understand or even know the language they are from. As I get more and more curious, I walk towards the entrance of the room.

It doesn't have a door, just a red curtain that is half open. I guess it's just another part of the shop; I can hear the muted talking of several People from there. "Is it so hard to grab some conditioner?" Her voice raises again, and I decide to look inside. I remove the curtain out of my way and poke my head out first. I spotted a guy sitting on the floor with a broken bottle of conditioner in his hand, basically covered in it. Wait, I know him from somewhere. School perhaps? Yeah, he is that guy who has the same last name as Kadashiakans, but I think it's spelled differently or something. He shares biology with me, I believe.

I was right before; it's something like a nail/dreading salon, I guess. The curtain-covered door frame does indeed lead there.

Apparently they do more than just hair; I can see about five older women sitting down in some chairs and getting their nails done.