What happens when your life falls apart? When everything and everyone you knew just changed?
For Fantasia Renolds, the answer is clear. You change too.
Her father leaves, her boyfriend and her best friend are caught having sex at a party and to ma...
Change was all around me. My dad left, I no longer had a boyfriend or a best friend and my mom is avoiding me. Yet when I looked in the mirror, I saw no change at all from the past two years. I was just boring old "me". But now, that was going to change.
I took the scissors and held them up to my hair. This is it I thought. I'm going to do it! I opened the metal utensil and put a lock of my hair in between the blades, then I chopped and clipped and didn't stop until all my hair was a little lower than my shoulder. But it didn't look quite right. You need bangs. The little voice inside me said so that's what I did. I chopped my bangs down to right above my eyes. Next is the hard part.
I picked up the two boxes from my bed that contained my new hair color that I've worn before and opened them. I took the first bottle, shook it real well and then opened the tip. I started from the bottom and worked my way up, stopping only once to get the second bottle of dye, then I waited the thirty minutes before washing it out.
As the last bit of conditioner washed out, I flipped my hair back and then I did the Egyptian towel thing on top of my head. I went to my room and blow dried my hair. I looked up and was stunned. My new shiny black hair glistened in the light and the bangs complimented my face very well. My plain brown eyes now stood out and I guess the dye made my semi-perm fault because my hair naturally flattened out, like it had been before. I loved my naturally black hair, it was one of my favorite things but once I moved I had to change it. The brown perm was different and helped me blend into the background but I don't need to blend anymore.
-the next school day (Monday)-
I stepped out of my Malibu and I swear, heads turned or maybe it was just my nerves. I was nervous but kept it hidden behind a blank stare. I needed to appear like I give no fucks. Quite frankly, I didn't. I just didn't want people to question me. I've always been on the more quiet side these past few years, biting my tongue and holding back but not any more.
"Fantasia...?" I heard. "Is that you?" I glanced in the direction the voice came from and there stood Carrie. All normal and nonchalant.
I slung my new leather bag over my shoulder as I scoffed at her and just kept walking. I just wasn't in the mood to talk to my back stabbing best friend. Oops I mean EX-best friend. She just stood in her spot and stared at my back as I walked. I shouldn't be mad at her. She honestly didn't know she was fucking Brandon but still. I'm mad and he had sex with her so she is now a target of my rage.
