The plan.

Chapter 8: A Change.

Maybe I could distract myself. It was worth a try. Not like I had anything to do. So, I walked home. A long walk, from where I was leaving from. A lot of tempting people passing by me, yet I somehow ignored them. Annoyed, finally making it home. Words don't describe how I feel. They never will, but I'll get over it. I always do. Surprised I made it back without hurting someone. That's a lie, I atucally did. To be fair, he was begging for money, all I did was a small punch. I'm sure he's had worse. That's what she said.

Honestly, I don't know what I'm doing. This is just a book, about my silly little life.

I decided to head to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror, my fingers running through my long, virgin brown hair. I have always hated my hair, yet was too scared to dye it. I did buy the hair dye, so if I figured, hey, why the hell not? I opened up the sinks cabinet, pulling out the hair dye. I decide I don't want to ruin my clothes, they were expensive. So I put the hair dye down, and headed to my bed room. I change, while looking out the window. Seeing Apollo standing across the street, looking into said window. We made eye contact, while I change into a white shirt I didn't care much for. He saw it all. I didn't even bother throwing on pants, just wearing my black underwear. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll get it tonight. A joke, I couldn't care less if he railed me or not. He's just a stupid, arrogant man. I recently read American physco, it really changed my perspective on things, if it wasn't that obvious. A good book, a book that some people find difficult to appreciate, due to the gore, and violence.

I stare at Apollo a little longer, wondering if he was just going to stand there. When I realized he'll probably be watching until I rest, I go back into the bathroom. I couldn't care less about what Apollo was doing, it's not my job to watch him, or care about him. Just in this for the money. My old job was boring. This one peaks my interests, gives me something to do. Put the skills to use.

I grab the hair dye, sectioning out my hair. Then I decided that it was just too much work to do section by section, so I just poured the dye into my hair. After that I realized I wasn't wearing gloves, which aggravates me. Goodbye freshly done nails. I rubbed the dye into every inch of my hair, ensuring I didn't miss a single piece. It looks funky currently, but that's part of the process. After throwing out the empty bottle, I walk out to my bedroom again. Looking out the window. Apollo no longer there. Boring. My white t-shirt now covered in the color I dyed my hair. Yet to be revealed, for a second of suspense. While I wait for the dye to set in, I go through my clothes, putting the ones I don't want anymore into a box. I'll probably sell them, make some extra cash. Maybe I should start babysitting. Meh. Kids are poopy and stinky. Afterwards, I head into the kitchen. But decided there was nothing good to eat. Back into the bathroom I go. Only 15 minutes passed. The dye needed 25. I stare at my face. I feel like I've been here before. "You're ugly"
Yeah definitely been here once.

Soon enough, I step out of the shower. I look into the mirror, at my naked body, which drips water. Could always be skinnier, but at least I'm cute naked. I wrap a towel around my body, and clear the condensation from the mirror. So that I can see my face. My hair, now black. It's a good look, I think. I wonder what Apollo will think. Like I care.
He would atucally be mad, from what I can imagine. I think he likes chicks with brown hair. Thank god I don't have brown hair anymore. I cannot make this anymore clear. I don't like him. This isn't a fucking love story, grow up.

I turn on some music, as I get ready. It's the next day. I'm sure I have something to do, I just don't remember. Ignoring Apollos many calls as I get ready. Currently jamming to 'I LOVE YOU HOE' I think I'm going to gatekeep the singer. It's a good song.

Dying my hair definitely distracted me, for a while. I'm sure you hate it when I don't tell you things, but I'm not here to get cancelled. Needless to say, some dudes head is in my freezer. He was cute. Found him on Tinder, we hit it off. He was chill, but not in bed. I think his name was like... Henry. A dumb name I know.
I know what you're going to say "Oh but Julia don't you have a boyfriend?" Yeah. Honestly, I decided I don't care about him. So I am going to break up with him. He's a fucking loser.

Yes I'm aware I'm telling this story I'm current tense now. It doesn't hurt to switch things up, now does it? It's my story, it's about me. I'll tell it how I want.
I look out my window. Take a wild guess who's here. Surprise surprise it's NOT Apollo. Who knew he knew how to leave me alone?