Fat Chance

Big Chances

Dying your hair at last minute at 2 am is actually much easier then I expected. And that's coming from someone who finds the game "Uno" confusing.

I mixed the dye, took one last glance in the mirror, and spread the goop all over my hair. It wasn't that hard to do since my hair is so short and thin. Within 10 minutes, every strand of my hair was saturated in dye. I set my timer for a half an hour and went back downstairs to my room.

While I was at Walmart, I had bought another pair of earbuds, but unfortunately didn't have the money to buy a back up pair. The thought of that douchebag ever even seeing the light of day again made my blood boil. But thinking of the past would do nothing but make me angry, so I decided to think towards my future.

Sometimes it was hard to do, since all I could ever see myself doing is slowly wasting my life away in this goddamn basement, but I knew that wasn't very accurate; my parents would probably kick me out after high school, so I would have to rot away under some bridge instead. 'Not much difference' I thought bitterly.

While I waited for the timer to go off, I scrolled through my (Quinn's) Instagram. I barely ever went on Instagram since, one: I barely ever had anything of my own to post, and two: I wasn't really into seeing pictures of peoples much-more-awesome-then-mine life. Except for one. Rihanna. She was the only person I followed on Instagram, and I never got sick of her pictures popping up in my newsfeed.

Just as I was practically drooling over a recent magazine shoot Rihanna had done, I heard my timer go off. I raced upstairs to the bathroom, turned the timer off, and for the second time tonight, jumped in the shower:

Colored liquid swirled down the drain as I scrubbed at my scalp. "Oh lord" I muttered. "Please don't let it stain"

I rinsed until the water was color free, and then stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. After drying myself off and putting my clothes back on, I wrapped the towel around around my hair so all the moisture could be easily soaked up.

Walking down the steps, I suddenly felt super tired. Apparently dying hair can take a lot out of a person. I dove face first onto my air mattress, expecting is to pop or deflate or do SOMETHING. But alas, it stood upright. What a fighter.

I was asleep within minutes, sweetly dreaming about choking Danny Rice with my huge black cock.