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Chapter 17: Ready, set, hike! Part 1
Kimora's POV
"You've come to the right place." Alicia said mysteriously.
"Cut the crap Leesh I have school in an hour."
"Ok ok." Alicia pouted and produced a pair of scissors. "Are you sure about this?"
"It'll grow back."
I fingered my long locks, most about to be hacked off. My nose still hurt from getting it pierced yesterday after leaving the skatepark. I'd always wanted a nose piercing but of course my parents said no.
"Just don't mess it up." I said a tad bit nervous. I'm not sure what drew me to Marcus's lair this morning but when Alicia had answered the door I asked her if she could cut my hair. A professional would have cost too much. Luckily for me nobody else was home.
"I cut hair all the time Kim just trust me."
"Ok." I took a deep breath as the sound of snapping scissors made it's way toward my precious head. Then I watched as big chunks of hair fell around me, on me, and on the dirty carpet.
"All done!" Alicia announced. "Now get up."
I followed her to the bathroom but she made me stand outside the door. I tapped my foot impatiently. A moment later she came back out holding a box of hair dye.
"Fabulous blonde?" I read the label. "I don't remember agreeing to dye my hair."
"Kimora trust me. Your black hair makes your pale skin look ghostly. I mean seriously when it was long you could have passed for the grudge. Don't get me wrong your pretty but you'll be even prettier as a blonde."
"I don't know..." I trailed off. My parents would kill me if I dyed my hair.
And they won't kill you for getting your nose pierced? Or having a tattoo underage? Or cutting your hair? What about for smoking weed?
Shutup voice in my head.
Just sayin. What happened to I do what I want?
"Give me that." I snatched the box from her hands examining it. "Do it."
She beamed at me and ushered me into the bathroom facing me away from the grungy mirror. What if my hair turned out looking horrible, like it turned green or something? I checked the time. Thirty minutes before school.
"Time to rinse!"
Together we both washed out the dye and towel dried my hair. My heart beat in anticipation. Would it turn out hideous?
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Teen FictionWARNING. THIS WAS MY FIRST EVER STORY THAT I WROTE WHEN I WAS LIKE FIFTEEN. WHILE I AM VERY PROUD OF IT, IT CAN STILL HAVE SOME CRINGE WTF MOMENTS. SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. AND IF YOU DO READ I LOVE YOU AND ENJOY :) We love. We hate. We make mistak...
