To Hell and Back

5

"Ugh" I groaned, clutching my pounding head in my hands, my eyes shut from the burning glare of the sun.

"What happened?" I asked, hoping an answer would be returned.

When I was met with silence I sighed and stood up. My head immediately started spinning and I flopped back down on my bed again. I regained my steadiness and stood up slowly, inching my eyes open as I did so. The glare did not seem as bright any longer and I made my way to the bathroom, trudging as my feet sunk into the soft carpet.

My feet soon hit the cold hard tiles and I shivered slightly. I did my business and then planted myself in front of the mirror above my basin.

I looked like hell.

My eyeliner had been smudged across my cheek, my eyes had dark black circles under them, my electric blue hair looked like tangled wire-netting and my clothes were all rumpled. I glared at my reflection and willed it to return to something that looked saner. When that didn't work I grumbled and got into the shower. I figured if I was going to wake up looking so bad I don't have to actually start my day like that. One long hot shower later I stepped out feeling fresh and much more excited to start the day. My headache had almost disappeared but an Advil wouldn't hurt. I was also really hungry. Changing quickly I glanced at my phone to check the time and saw that it was half nine. My eyes bulged as I remember I had a hair appointment for quarter to ten.

"Crab cakes!" I cursed, shoving a granola bar and a banana in my bag before grabbing my keys and rushing out. I hurried down to the parking lot and hopped into my car, digging around for my car keys. When I found them I shoved them into the ignition, tore open the granola bar and sped out of there. I arrived at the salon two minutes early and I sighed in relief. I hated being late. Throwing the granola bar packet and the banana peel away (I had managed to finish that too), I walked into the salon.

I told the hairdresser, who looked slightly shocked at the colour of my hair, I wanted a brown ombre'. She understood what I wanted immediately and got to work. I just closed my eyes and let her do what she had to. Two hours later she told me I was ready. Turning around and facing the mirror I saw the final product.

I absolutely loved it.

My hair went from a dark brown at the base to a light brown at the tips. The ombre' was perfectly blended and the transitions between the different colours were so smooth you didn't notice it. I was so pleased I tipped my hair dresser with a 50 dollar bill. She smiled widely at me and said I should come back anytime. I wasn't surprised but I just laughed and said 'thank you' again before walking out. I hopped into the car with a goofy smile on my face. I turned up the radio and bobbed my head to the music. My stomach started growling as I realised I hadn't eaten a proper breakfast and it was lunch time. I decided I would go to the McDonalds near the campus and grab a happy meal before going to Brickhouse to get my Chai Latte. I quickly worked my way through the drive through and once I had my Happy Meal and I was happily munching on the fries I drove to campus and parked in the closest free spot. I quickly finished my meal and grabbed my back pack.

As I was walking towards the Café I saw Julian there. I was a little taken aback, especially since I had forgotten about our date last night.

The date.

My face fell as I remember bits and pieces of what happened. The burger place. The driving to the park. The club. The spray paint. The nearly getting arrested. The running for our lives. Me in my bed this morning.

I decided that since I hadn't been arrested and I wasn't in any kind of terrible danger I wouldn't get angry. It was actually kind of funny. I was chuckling to myself as I walked towards the building and suddenly I remembered what I had told Julian