The Meaning of My Hair

Chopter 1

Everyday it's the same thing.

•Shower
•Eat
•Feed the goat
•Receive Classes
•Eat
•Sleep
•Eat
•Stalk guys
•Sleep

But today... Well , today was different.

I got out of bed and got into the shower. I started thinking about what I would have to do in order to make everything go right.

As an eight grader , I don't have many choices , and in order to go to my dream high school , I'd have to meet a few requirements.

I got out of the shower and put some baggy clothes on. I knew what would happen if what I was about to do went right. My life would probably never be the same , and I would have to live in a lie. But it didn't matter.

'Its time'

I stared at the scissors.Taking a handful of my blond hair , I did what i had ti do in order to make things right.chop.My dreams would finally become true.chop.I would finally fit in , and maybe , I'd even be able to get a guy to like me , even if they think I'm a boy.chop. I honestly don't care anymore.chop.

I stared at my reflection , my blue almond eyes staring back at me. I smiled. I liked my new look. My blond hair rested over my ears . My face looked bright , if I was a stranger , I would have never though the person staring back at me was a girl. But a clumsily fabulous young boy.

After cleaning up , I silently walked downstairs and towards the door . If my mommy found out about what I did , well , I'd probably have a bad time.

*creak*

derr'mo

"Svetlana Utkin , just where do you think you're going?"Russian moms and their parabolic hearing.

"Mamochka..."

"Don't you use your sweet attitude with me right now , you're in BIG trouble young lady."

"B-but."

"DON'T INTERRUPT ME." I guess I wouldn't be getting out of this one anytime soon."What did I tell you about your hair? I though I made it very clear I didn't want you to cut your hair. I don't even wanna know how your father will react to this."

"Yeah , he'll probably send me away , like he did with Feliks."I answered.

"Lana.. You know he didn't mean any harm by doing that. Your dad only wanted the best for him."

"I just wanna get out of here , mom.I want higher education , maybe even meet Feliks again." None of this was true , my purpose was to get the hotties at the academy , but if i told her that , she probably wouldn't even let me step out of the house.

"But what would you accomplish by cutting your hair ? Where do you even want to go ? You're only an eight grader."That was true , but I was going to enter Ducksuck Academy this summer , when I am a freshman.

"I already decided what high school i want ti go to." I sighed.

"Don't tell me."

"I want to be with my brother mom."

"Don't do it Svetlana , I'm warning you."

"I will go to," I prepared myself to finally say it."Ducksuck Acade-"

"DUCKSUCK MALE ACADEMY?!"

This totally didn't go according to plan , and the worst is , I really needed to go to the bathroom.