Fat Chance

Stella's awesome hair

I was so stunned by the sudden change in attitude that I could barely speak at first.

"N-no" I stuttered. "I just...um...wanted a change, I guess.."

Stella laughed. "Relax, kid. I was only joking. It looks great. Darker hair really suits you."

Relief flooded my beefy body. "Oh" I laughed. "Well thanks. It's such a big change for me."

She nodded. "I totally understand. The first time I died my hair, I nearly passed out from the shock of how different I looked."

If you had ever looked at Stella for even a nano second, you wouldn't believe that she had ever been unsure of dying her fair.

Stella was a typical scene teenager: Dyed hair, piercings, heavy eye makeup and all black clothes, but there was more to her then just that. She stood at 5 feet 4 inches and weighed 110 lbs, which compared to me was light as a fucking feather. But like I mentioned before, Stella had struggled with severe anorexia in the past and was just now starting to completely move on from it, although she still called herself fat frequently.

At the moment, Stella had blue and pink hair that reminded me of cotton candy. Her hair was only about shoulder lengthed and super damaged, but that didn't stop her from getting the "Coolest Hair Award" last year. Since then, she has dyed her hair at least a dozen more times, once even doing rainbow colors.

Her piercings were the second most noticeable thing about Stella. She had 4 facial Piercings and 2 ear piercings. The four facial piercings included: her tongue, her left eyebrow, her nose, and her Monroe (upper lip stud). Her two piercings were gauges. She had already worked her way up to 00, so they looked cool af.

Stella not only looked interesting, but she WAS interesting. She listened to every genre of music from hip hop to classical (I'm being dead serious right now. Her favorite is Bach.) She watches a lot of TV shows and reads a lot of books, so she can always have the perfect conversation starter.

She's the kind of person I could only wish to have as my friend.

We talked for a bit more in the library about my hair and the history teachers ass before I had to leave for class.

"Wish me luck!" I called. We both hated gym with a strong passion.

"Luck, man." she yelled.

I laughed.

The librarian shushed me from behind her desk, but I was already out the door before she could do much else.