Determination

Chapter Two

Another day at work. I breath in the lovely scent of hair dye, conditioner, shampoos, all the things hair stylists use. I love this smell. "Trisha, who's my first client today?" I say, throwing my apron on and tying my hair up.

"Umm, you've got... Anastasia Maxwell in about thirty minutes." She answers. "Okay, cool. I'll set up my station and get everything ready." I take a sip of my iced mocha latte from Tim Horton's as I walk to my station.

I set up everything, getting the usual products ready to use. Finishing just as the client walks in with her mother I walk over and greet them. "Hello there, you must be Anastasia." I smile to the girl who looks to be about thirteen or fourteen. She shyly smiles and waves.

"I like your hair Miss." She tells me politely. "Thank you, call me Melony. Now, why don't we get to doing your hair? What would you like me to do?" I ask. "I have a picture. Here you go. I'd like to do what and dye my hair half blue and half purple." Anastasia answers.

"Very nice. Let's get you going then. We'll have to bleach your hair first sense your hair is a darker color. Then we'll get to it. Come let's get you sat down in a chair." We walk to my stations chair and I sit her down, throwing a cape over her.

"Okay," I clap my hands together and rub them, "Let's do this. May I see that picture again?" Anastasia nods and hands me her phone. "Okay, okay. Got it." I mix the bleach with the other substances needed and section off her hair.

I slowly brush it on everywhere, taking down more pieces until all of it is covered. I cover it up and tell her we need to wait about 15 to 40 minutes. After about 35 minutes I take her hair out of the plastic wrap and wipe all bleach off.

"Like it so far?" I say. She laughs and nods back. "Okay, I'd like you to go sit over there in one of those chairs," Pointing at the washing station Anastasia looks over, "I'm going to grab the dye and set it over here." Anastasia nods and walks over to the chairs.

Walking into the back, I grab the neon purple and the neon blue. I think she'll like these. I set the dyes down and walk to the washing station. "So, what made your mom decide to let you dye your hair?" I ask, leaning her back and running the warm water onto her head.

"I've done a natural red before and I've always wanted to do this color, well, actually colors. At first she wasn't willing to do it but then my friend did hers purple. Another one of my friends did reds, ands black, and now she's doing green too. So I got jealous and my mom decided I could dye my hair." She answers.

I hum in response and massage the shampoo into her scalp. "That's good. I did my hair a natural red really young like you did a red. Then I wanted to do mine black at around 13 but my dad wouldn't let me," I rinse out the shampoo and pause my story to put in conditioner,

"Eventually, when I was about 15 I cut my own hair just how you're getting yours done and dyed mine black with purple and blue tips without him knowing." I massage the conditioner in as she as asks what my dad did.

"He about whipped my butt, yelled at me for so long and so loud I bet people in Korea could hear him. He was so mad but eventually he just said, 'Eh, never mind.' and didn't care anymore. Ever sense then I've dyed my hair and got piercings and tattoos whenever I wanted because he didn't care. There was, there was really only one thing he cared about me doing. The skull on my hand is actually the first thing I ever got and I'm going to get another, my 32nd to be exact, later."

She nods as the conditioner washes out, sitting up as I turn the water off. We walk to my station and I sit her down again. "I'm going to blowdry your hair, then cut it, dye it, and then wash it again. While I style it make sure you watch so you know how to get your bangs the shape and swoopyness you want." She nods and watches intently as I blow dry her hair and start cutting it.