Teenagers

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"YOU ARE MAKING ME DO WHAT!?!?!?" I yell. Honestly, who does Remy think he is? The guy who saved my life...

"It is just for your safety. I am also completely changing my look," Remy says trying to calm me.

"Well...I... Alright," I agree.

"Ok then. You do have experience with hair dye, yes," Remy questions. I nod.

"My hair isn't naturally black. It's blonde," I sigh as I looked at my nails. My black nail polish is chipped and my nails are too long. I should probably make him get me nail polish.

"Well your hair is going to be red and cut short." Remy grabs my hair. I pull away.

"No, I am not going to cut my hair," I exclaim, raising my voice more.

"Well, I'm not telling you to shave your head, I'm just saying maybe cut a few inches off," Remy shrugged. I glare at him, then look down at my hair. It is in a ponytail right now, but it is still pretty long. If I let it down, it might be about ten to twelve inches. Maybe I should cut some of it off. It is pretty ratted at the ends.

"How much money do you have," I asked.

"My uncle didn't believe in banks, and I knew one of  his safe's combo. I would have to guess somewhere between two to four grand." Remy opened the glove compartment to reveal the money. The compartment held stacks of ten, twenty, fifty, even a couple hundred dollar bills.

"Holy shit," I exclaim. I have never seen that much money in one place before. I just stared at it. My mouth wide open. There was a brief pause before anyone said anything.

"Well, you want to get a dress or an actual outfit," Remy asks.

"Something bright to match with my new hair that I will have," I smile.


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