You hear that? No, well let me tell you. It's called my brain. It is a dark abyss in the little noggin I have. No math, science, reading, social studies, or vocabulary. I zone out in those classes. Nobody is like me. I try to look tough but really, I just don't care. I try to look smart, but I just usually zone out or act like I'm flying. I used to hang out with smart people, but they said words like triskaidekaphobia. Whatever that means. I think it is a soap brand. I have many friends, well, online friends that i have never seen or met before. But that is totally casual. They are all just like me. Different. Social Media is the place where I realized I am the same as the account that just followed me. But, my school is not. When they were little they already knew how to read, write, all that. When I was little, I used to rush into the car when it rained, and watch raindrops fall from the window and pretend they were racing to beat the raindrop bowl! I was an odd child my parents told me. But now, I just say I'm just like everybody else. Then one day, my parents told me I was spending my summer break at my Aunt Susie's old hog farm with her daughter, Jinx. My first question was: "Why?" Their answer: "I'm too hyper and anti social." My second question: "do they have wifi?" Their answer : "this is why you're leaving." I groaned. Summer vacation was 5 days away! All I wanted to do was stay home and eat chips. I shrugged it off, and started to pack all my clothes and essentials that I needed. I did not like new people. I preferred my phone than one million dollars. I do not want to buy friends. I want to make friends. I sighed. I knew that this was what had to be done. I hope Jinx was at least as crazy as me. For I have never met her. So I rolled my eyes. I decided I needed a new look. Since my birthday was a few weeks ago, I had over 200 dollars. I decided to get a new hair do. I rushed to my pick up truck, telling my parents where I was off to. They told me okay, since I was seventeen. I drove off to the salon. I sang to the radio, and at stop lights, when on my phone. I laughed at pictures, rolled my eyes at hate, and smiled at the sentimental pictures. The light turned, green, and I continued my drive. I parked my car in the front of the salon. My hair was messy, since I had not brushed it that day. I was in my pajamas, at a high class salon. There was a sign that read: 'walk ins welcome'. So I walked in. I saw ladies in dresses and skirts. I scheduled up an appointment. I sat down, and texted my best friend, Blaze. We texted and she called me. We started talking about useless junk, until I heard my name. The lady looked at the name, trying to sound it out. "Na um la." I stood up. "Thanks, but it is pronounced Nala." I told her. She smiled. She took me to a booth like area. "So, what do you want?" She asked me. "Um," I started. "Maybe blue tips, and extensions I guess." She smiled. She started brushing out my hair, asking me questions about myself. She asked what was the occasion, and I lied telling her I was trying to impress a boy or something like that. She laughed at my jokes. It took her about two hours to do my hair. She then presented it to me. It was beautiful. My hair was light brown, with the blue tips that start from the bottom of my neck. My hair was down to the top of my stomach. She even added a few faded blonde highlights. "Thank you so much." I said. She walked me to the counter. The total was 150 dollars. I thankfully paid them, and woman looked at me in awe. The girl that looked like a homeless lady now looked like a model. They were as astonished as I was. I got into my pickup, And drove home. When I got there, my mother stared. "Who are you?" She asked me. I laughed. "Your daughter." I replied. She looked at me. "You are stunning." She told me. I laughed. She kept on playing with my hair, pointing out features I did not realize were in there. She laughed at my hair, she smiled at it. She jumped up. "How will your father react to this?" She asked. I shrugged. "I am leaving next week. So it does not really matter." She sighed. "I hope so." She said. I laughed. I went to my room, and, texted my friend, Callie. But, she refused to reply. I did not know what to say, so I rolled my eyes and went on social media. I posted a picture of myself, and, since I had over 100,000 followers, I immediately got likes and comments. Reading: Awh! So cute! Hate comments telling me that I look gross, and spammers, trying to get noticed. I rolled my eyes at all but the first. I checked the time. 8:30 PM. I decided to get ready for school. I grabbed my shorts with a shirt with cats in space on it. When finished, I put my stuff on my desk, and went out to the table for dinner.
