That's Life, Bud

you've changed for the worst

"Uggggghhhh," I groaned. I was currently sprawled across the couch in the TV room with Jasper, watching Forrest Gump. I has been two days since Jasper got here and all that we have been doing is watching TV and gaining weight.

"'Uggggghhhh', what?" Jasper asked.

"We have been doing nothing and it is boring," I confessed.

"Not as boring as your hair. Let's go dye it," he said. My face lit up.

"Really?" I asked to make sure he wasn't joking. Jasper stood up and grabbed his keys off the counter.

"Yes, really! Hurry up and get ready and let's go to the salon at the mall and change it up!" I was smiling ear to ear as I sprinted up the stairs to pull on a pair of black jeans, knee high winter boots, and Green Day shirt, and my black winter coat that went down to my knees. I slathered some eyeliner on in the corner of my eyes, put on some mascara, and ran down the stairs again, skipping a step at a time. Jasper was leaning against the front door, ready to go.

"I'm ready!" I told him excitedly. Dying my hair has been something that I have been wanting to do for a while, now. Mom has never let me, though. Go figure.

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"What color would you like it?" said the stylist, combing through my choppy, shoulder blade length hair. I was sitting in a leather barber shop chair and Jasper was sitting in the waiting room, making small talk with an older lady.

"Um . . . I was thinking purple?" I said.

"Oh, wonderful! I have the perfect shade for you! Let me go mix it and I will be right back!" I nodded and she walked off to the backroom of the salon to mix the dye. I sat there patiently for about 5 minutes until she came back with a bowl of a purple paint-like substance.

"Now, before we begin, are you sure you really want to dye your hair?" she asked.

"I have been sure for the past two years," I told her.

"Ok, then let's get started."

We washed my hair, dried it, snipped off some dead ends, wetted it again, and spread the dye all over my head. (A/n I have no idea how getting your hair dyed works so this is my best guess sorry if I'm wrong) I sat there in the comfortable leather chair, with my hair changing color as I did so. While the lady was coloring my hair, we made some simple small talk; what school do you go to, do you play any sports, what kind of music do you listen to, etc. When the color had finally set in, we washed my hair one more time in the sink that always hurts my neck to lean back in, and then we blow-dried my hair. She pulled the chair around, though, So that I wouldn't be able to see it until it was completely finished. After a good 7 minutes of heat being blasted at my head, it was done.

"Are you ready to see?" she asked and smiled.

"Very," I told her and smiled back. She grabbed the sides of the chair and spun me around, facing the mirror.

My hair looked perfect. The roots were dark purple that faded down into a lighter purple. The color contrasted perfectly with my dark gray eyes and sort of sharp jawline.

"Do you like it?" the stylist asked nervously.

"I can't believe I waited that long to do this," I said, but it came out in a sort of whisper. "Oh my God, it looks perfect! Thank you so much!" I told her.

"Oh, no problem, honey! You looked gorgeous!"

I smiled widely and stood up from the chair, walking to the waiting room to show Jasper. When my figure came into view, he looked up from his phone and smiled brightly.

"You look great!" he exclaimed. I grinned. "Holy crap, it looks perfect," he trailed off and stood up to try to feel my hair. I pulled away from him and gave him a weird look.

"What? Feel it! It feels different after you have dyed it!" I raise my eyebrows at him but reached up to feel my hair anyways. It didn't feel like normal hair; it felt somewhat rougher but fuller. I loved it.

"Huh. It does feel a little different," I said casually.

"Right!" Jasper exclaimed. "Oh, I already paid so we can head out now."

"Ok, sounds good," I said and made my way to the door. As I opened it, I called back "Thanks again!" to the stylist and walked out the door.

"It seriously looks great, though," Jasper told me as We stepped onto the slow escalator. A group of girls about my age stepped on behind us. Jasper and I were quiet and listening to their voices talk about snapchat filters and crap like that. Then I recognized those voices: it was Kayla and her group, the girls that follow me around at school. But the person they had invited along surprised me as much as it could have, though.

"So, Addi, you don't really like that Carter girl, do you? Or are you just hanging out with her for the special attention from the boys, like us?" Kayla asked Addi as the rest of the girls giggled. Jasper gave me a questionable sideways glance, but I just wiggled my eyebrows up and down, as if to say 'Just wait for it'. He nodded slightly in understanding.

"I don't even like Carter, she is such an ugly waste of space, but she is friends with Michael, so it's not like I have any other way for him to notice me," Addi told them. "But yeah, Carter seriously needs to stop acting as if we are friends."

That's when I turned to face Jasper and he turned to face me so that the girls could see my face. They all gasped.

"You know Jasper, there's this group of girls who, at school, follow me around like a group of lost puppies. Except, instead of puppies, they are these lying, stealing, idiotic, air- heads who are nothing more than bad excuses for human beings," I said to Jasper in a loud, sarcastic, conversational voice so that they could all hear me.

"They sound horrible," Jasper said in the same tone, playing along.

"Oh, no, they are worse than horrible. But the funny thing is, they think that I don't know this." When I said this I turned to them. Every girl had a look of horror and surprise, especially Addi. I smirked at them.

"Carter, I'm so so-" Addi started, but I cut her off.

"Do you think I care?" I said harshly but with a 'concerned' look on my face. "You really truly are stupid, aren't you?" She just looked down sadly. I didn't really care that I made her feel bad. My new hair gave me confidence that I would have never had before.

The escalator reached the bottom floor no more than two seconds after I said those things to Addi. I smirked one more time at them before stepping off the escalator and walking off to the exit signs with Jasper at my side and a bounce in my step.

Hey, so umm . . . yeah hi. Sorry if you were waiting for some updates, I have just been a little bit busy with moving and all that. Just to clarify what happened on the escalator: Addi was just pretending to be Carter's friend to get closer to Michael and is really apart of Kayla's group. When she was talking dirty about Carter 'behind her back' nobody realized that she was standing right in front of them because of Carter's purple hair.

I'll try to update a little more often.

Ps if you have any writing prompts for a short story book that I might start please let me know.

Thanks for reading