Behind the Mask

Chapter 5: Just a Little Change

Thank you if you came to read the 5 chapter probably after this one they wont come so perodically school is about to start and will take up most of my day sadly. But hey i need an education. Well you enjoy it this one shows Isabel getting tougher and more badass ish.

                                                 ~darkphoenix

Chapter 5: Just a Little Change

As I left my mother standing there, I was waging a war in my own head. It was easy at school but going all out on my mom was a whole new thing. I was torn between keep on riding and going back to apologize. But I had crossed the line and there was no turning back.

I raced down Maple running a red light barely escaping an oncoming car. But I could care less I was going to cross one more thing off my list. I turned at the cross road of Maple and Elm. And there it was Noon and Night. It was this town’s version of a tattoo parlor slash hair place. To say the least it wasn’t your everyday hang out.

Cutting the engine I slipped off my bike my helmet still on. Noon and Night looked out of place during the day without all its neon signs glaring at you. With one last sigh I was cutting my ties to my old self.

I pushed through the doors people stared at me I wore your simple jeans and boots with my ‘badassest’ clothes on. I would need a little help with that as well. I yanked off my helmet my hair fell around my shoulders.

“Walk ins welcome?” I asked my helmet in the crook of my arm my leather clad hands on my hips. These people were the outcasts of this itty bitty Montana town. They were covered in tattoos and wore really tight leather. But soon enough maybe I would join the town’s outcast ranks. A woman at the counter spoke up.

“What can we do for you hun?” she asked in a thick Southern drawl. Her hot pink pixie cut was crazy and outlandish. The exact kind of thing I was looking for.

“You can cut my hair.” I said simply. She waved me back towards the corner with the barber chairs in it. AS I walked past the other people in the story tested me by giving me glares and daring looks. But I didn’t waver not one bit as I slid into the chair.

“Just a trim I guess?” she asked.

“Nope all of it, off.” I stated a smile on my lips. “And add a little pink on some harsh bangs, hot pink or fuchsia whatever you think is best.”

“You got it hun, my name is Sheila by the way.” She replied running a hand through my hair gathering it up into a low pony tail. She tied it off and brought out a big pair of shinny scissors.

“Ready?”

“More than ever.” I smiled. Shelia brought the scissors to the base of my neck and with a swift snip a massive wad of honey blonde hair fell to the ground.

I watched as Shelia worked her magic. Little bits of hair flew around my face she carefully painted a mystery color into my new long hanging bangs. That was the longest point of my hair. The rest was cropped close to my scalp only about two inches long. It was still wet.

“We need to wash it now,” She smiled. I stood up and followed her to the sink I checked the clock on the wall. Shelia very much did take her time right about now I would have been getting out of school.

The warm water felt wonderful as it ran along my scalp. Sheila scrubbed the dye from my hair. AS she brought me back to the chair she spun me around away from the mirror.

“No peeking.” She smirked evilly. I groaned the wait was getting to me so say the least. With the roar of the dryer in my ears and some styling gel later she finally spun me around to face the mirror. She did one hell of a job. I had hot pink tips on my long side swept bangs; the rest of my hair was artfully twisted and turned outwards.