Season Girl //SOON TO BE DELETED//

Chapter 5

Autumn's POV

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Time for some explaining...

Dad stood frozen like a goldfish in the driveway, opening and shutting his mouth, but with no words coming out.

"I can explain-" I started.

"Yes you will explain, missy, to cut all of your hair off without my permission is just not...allowed," Dad obviously found his voice, and started fuming at me.

"It wasn't me who did it!" I exploded, throwing my hands up in the air in disbelief that he thought I had done this to myself.

"Then who did, Autumn?"

I froze...should I blame Yvonne or take the hit? It's not like anything bad will happen to Yvonne...but to me...

"...Y-Yvonne G-Gray," I whispered, looking down at the ground.

"Yvonne...isn't she that girl who didn't invite you to her fifth birthday party?" Dad asked, a sincere expression on his face.

Ah, the drama of birthday parties.

Why are they such a big ordeal? It's like picking a friend's list. You invite the people you like, and hurt the ones you don't. It's not fair.

"Yeah, that's the one," I murmured, twisting a lock of my hair around my finger.

"Should I talk to the school or-" dad started.

"-No! Just leave it," I interrupted, my head shot up, my gaze not leaving the pavement.

"Are you sure, she shouldn't be allowed to do this."

"I'm sure. We're leaving tomorrow anyway, no point in phoning a school I will never go to again."

"OK, but just say the word and I will call them, alright?" Dad asked, opening the front door.

"Yep," I replied, dropping my school bag on the table inside.

I unpacked my school bag and then headed into my room.

I started cleaning up my room a few days ago, for the move an everything.

It started with just little changes at first, like taking the posters down and putting my books in storage boxes.

Now it's just a blank room, white walls that have some of the paint missing from the posters, and a few suspicious stains on the carpet.

The only things that are left are an air mattress that is on the floor, a few small piles of clothes folded neatly and a small stack of books for reading at night.

I quickly changed out of my school uniform, and put on some jeans and a tight light blue t-shirt.

I looked in the small mirror that was propped up against the wall and groaned.

My hair looks like a complete mess.

Shorter in some bits than others, gum stuck in the back, and longer strands of hair at the front.

"Dad!" I yelled, standing on the doorway.

"Yeah, Autumn?" Dad called back, his head appearing down the hallway.

"Look at my hair! I need to get it fixes, badly!"

"OK, I see what you mean, do you think I could book you in for an appointment at 5:00pm down the road?"

"Yes, I'll call while you make a start on dinner," I decided, walking into the kitchen and picking up the only phone we own (besides dad's mobile) and dialling the hairdressers number.

'Hello, this is Amy's Hair Salon, how can I help you today?'

'Can I please book a appointment for this evening?'

'Of course, darling. What time suits? We have openings at 4:30pm, 5:50pm and 6:30pm.'

'I'll be right back,' I replied into the phone, holding it close to my chest while I called out to dad.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Autumn?"

"There's an opening at 4:30, 5:50 and another at 6:30pm, which suits?"

"Umm...say the 4:30pm one, then you can be back for dinner."

"OK, thanks."

I put the phone receiver back to my ear,

'Hello?' I asked, checking she hadn't hung up on me.

'Oh, hello, you're back!'

'Yes, yes I am. Is it possible for me to have the 4:30pm time slot for this evening?'

'Sure, darling, let me just write that down- what's your name, sugarplum?'

'Autumn, Autumn McKenna.' I replied.

'Autumn? Now ain't that sweet. OK, so now, Autumn, you have a appointment at 4:30pm at Amy's Hair Salon, alright?'

'Yes, thank you.'

'Now have a good evening, honey,' and then they hung up.

I looked at the clock on the wall, it read 2:34pm.

I put the phone back on its stand and headed back to my room to finish packing.

Three empty storage boxes sat on the floor, waiting to be filled.

I packed some of my books into one, leaving a couple out for the journey to Australia.

Leaving an outfit for tomorrow out and some spare clothes just to pack in case, I packed the clothes away.

I rummaged through a suitcase that was parked near my door, and selected a black beanie.

I would wear it until my hair grew back. Calculating on the temperature differences in England and Australia, my hair was mostly likely going to grow quicker in Australia because of all of the heat from the sun.

Therefore, it's pretty good timing that Yvonne cut my hair now, because it will grow back quicker than normal. It will take roughly two years for it to grow back to its original length.

But for the mean time, it's going to be covered up by a beanie.

I finished packing everything up, until I only had the air mattress left.

I looked at my watch, the time read 4:02pm.

I cursed under my breath.

I'm going to be late.

I grabbed my beanie, and a jumper (my school jumper because it was the only thing around) and bounded down the hallway.

"OK, I'm leaving now, dad," I said, "can I please have some money to pay?"

"OK. Sure, kiddo. Take my wallet, but down use everything that's in there."

"OK, thanks dad."

"Can you go to Tesco's and pick up some jam?"

"Dad, do we honestly need jam? We are leaving tomorrow, it will be wasted."

"Just a small pot, for my toast in the morning?"

I knew I wasn't going to win this fight.

"OK, a small pot," I reluctantly agreed, sliding dad's wallet into my back pocket.

I sat on the kitchen table, thing up my greying converse.

"I don't know why you still wear those shoes, Autumn," dad said, nodding towards my converse.

"I wear them because I loveeeeee them," I replied, tying up my shoe and pushing myself off the kitchen bench.

"See you," dad leaned forward and kissed me goodbye.

"Yep, wish me luck."