On tuesday, I got back to school. I hadn't received any messages from Chloe or Cece. They were obviously ignoring me. I felt like a ghost in the halls, hovering past the clams of students and felt my heart grow weaker everytime I had to push past them. When they looked at me I could feel I was not wanted. Or maybe it was all in my head but either way it was a feeling that I couldn't let go of. It made me sick to the stomach that I never felt the happiness I dreamed of when I was younger, at home or at school. I finally came back home in the afternoon. Alone again as my family was busy at football practice and work, I had a sudden feeling in me that urged me to opt for change. Change. Maybe that can save me from what I'm feeling right now.
I stood in the bathroom and saw small haircutting scissors resting on a comb on the shelf beside the mirror. I grabbed it and within a second, I slashed three inches of a part of my frizzy hair. I looked down at the falling fur and came to a liking. I kept chopping my hair off and the next thing I knew my hair was not the usual static mess but my curls had drooped forward and were longer and sleeker waves. I smiled. Maybe the change thing was something I should do more often. Suddenly, I heard a slam of the front door. Possibly my father. I made the hair swallow itself up in the sink and rushed to my bedroom - hiding my new self. I stared at myself in the mirror.
"Cass!" My dad called from downstairs.
My heart rushed a little. What was he going to say? I stared at myself a little more. No Cass. You've come to this stage because people have been hiding things around you. People who didnt even mean a thing to you. And you hid things in return to people who meant the world to you. There was no way I could let myself hide anymore. And besides, he was going to find sooner or later. It was just a step I needed to take.
I walked steadily downstairs, my nervousness morphing into determination.
"Ah Cass" I heard my father speak from the kitchen, his back turned to me. As he turned round and I reached the foot of the stairs he had finally seen me.
"Your hair!" He exclaimed as he pulled a funny face. "I didn't know you went to the hairdresser today!" He came closer and felt my hair. "It's a bit choppy... Cass... did you do this yourself?"
"Yeah..." i mumbled.
"You're kidding. It looks great on you sweetie."
I smiled.
"In fact" he said darting up towards a bookcase on the left of the television. "You look just like mum when she was in her twenties." He took out a few album photos before showing me an actual photo.
It was my mum on a bicycle in a large road surrounded by trees in the summer. I was startled. I looked just like her. Long and limp waves falling softly to the front.
"When did you decide to cut your hair like this?" He asked, shutting the album photo.
"Couple weeks I guess. Just got brave today." I shrugged, lying subtly.
"Well next time warn your dad cus I could've had a heart attack - I thought I'd gone back in time when I saw you!! It's gonna feel good not to have to carry that heavy head of hair you had, huh? Nice change."
This time, my smile stretched to my ears and I couldn't wait to change more things in my life.
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Fanfiction" There was a moment of silence. They were looking at eachother. Cece suddenly burst out: "Wow. Really?! So basically you just explained to us that you were living a painful, pathetic life by our side and that we're not popular enough for you so you...
