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8. Redhead

'Dancing in the mirror

Singing in the-'

Alright stop. I think I've sang too long. I reach for the towels, wrapped one around my bod before stepping out of the bathtub. I used the other towel to dry my hair.

Dancing in the mirror

Singing in the shower...

La de la la la la- ARGHHHH!!!

A second later, I heard some footsteps pounding up the stairs. They ended right outside of the bathroom.

"Honey? Is everything okay?" Mom asked, sounding worried.

"My-my hair." I sobbed.

It's now red. My beautiful brunette locks is now red. I look like freakin Ariel in The Little Mermaid! And I don't hate Ariel, I hate red.

"Honey, open up the door. You're making us worried out here."

I opened up the door, revealing mom in her bathrobe and Gary holding a newspaper. I gave him a puzzled look.

"What? I thought there's a spider or something." I nodded.

Mom gasped. "What happened to your hair?"

"It's red." I said, stating the obvious.

"I thought you disliked red?"

I'd say hate but mom thinks that it's a strong word which shouldn't be used and blah blah blah.

"Well you see, I-"

I was about to rant about Aaron when I saw him behind Gary, smirking at me. There's no way I'm going to give him the satisfaction that I lost in the prank war because I, Tamara Adriane Parrish, never loses in a prank war.

"I decided to have a change." I patted my hair.

"But you dislike red." Mom pointed out. Again.

"Yeah, but I thought maybe I would like red if my hair is red." I smiled.

"Um... I should go change." Mom and Gary smiled, moving aside to let me pass through.

I raided my closet of wearable items, ranging from hot to hideous. I smiled and pulled out an outfit that is

"-so hideously cute. Where did you get this?" Max asked me.

After attempting to hide from Max, she found me. Actually, I tried to hide my hair by putting the hood of my jacket up because of my hair.

Yet she found me before second period, before I have Biology.

"In the closet? And it's just hideous. It's not cute." I shook my head.

Max always come out with the most ridiculous words and phrases. She is so weird.

But I'm weirder.

In fact, I'm the weirdest person ever.

It's not a bad thing, you know? That's just a label people made up to make others feel bad. Like how they call the smart, hardworking kids as nerds.

In this case, they call people like me as weird because they just can't accept the fact that I'm awesomer than them, that my mind works in a different yet better way then the usual crowd.

"What about your hair? Why did you dye it? You hate red." Max held up a lock of my red ends.

"Aaron happened. Replaced red hair dye with my shampoo. I can't believe I fall for the simplest prank in book of pranks." I grumbled.