Shattered

Chapter 8

I wake up to a tiring, distressful day. It's not easy waking up with a fresh mind considering the way things turned out yesterday. Just, why did I get so engaged with the most interesting and fun assignment I've been given in my entire life that I let a partner of mine do nothing.

I quickly freshen up and run out of this abandoned apartment with a juicy piece of apple in my hand.

This walk to the local salon is very comforting. I wonder how things are doing for Andrea and Timothy, did he change his bad boy ways or has he changed for the better for her, also if Josh really likes Lily and he is not messing with her like he did with other girls. So much questions, many unanswered. Like how did a loving, a man who spent memorable moments with my mum become a fucking man-whore. This new look is to show my sperm donor that if he chooses to change so can I.

I promise you I will change.

As I approach closer to the salon, I slowly regret coming here when a girl runs out crying with her hair ruined. I walk in trying to ignore the doubts bubbling inside of me.

A pink-haired girl chewing on gum points at me and tells me to sit down. She plays with my hair and carefully examines my face. This examination carries on for a while and I really can't tell you the extent of how awkward I feel right now.

"Erm, I'm thinking of cutting my hair around shoulder length and it to be dyed black."

She looks disgusted and puts her hand on her chest. "No, no, your hair will not be dyed black. Your hair will be dyed platinum blond."

Anger builds up inside of me. Who does she think she is! She probably served the girl outside who was crying earlier.

The second I was going to rant at her for her terrible customer service skills, she puts her hand on top of my shoulder. "I know what I'm doing. Trust me, hun".

She puts a 100 dollar note beside me and smiles at me. "If I do a bad job with your hair, take the money. If I do a good job with your hair, you have to go on a date with my brother."

I nod eagerly, not wanting to waste any precious minutes and consume myself to my playlist. The amount of songs that come and go are unbelievable that I don't notice this pink-haired beauty tapping at me and trying to get my attention.

She pulls my earphones off and her whole face lit up. I walk towards the wardrobe sized mirror and examine myself. Wow, I can't believe I found my colour.

I fiddle with the notes in my pocket and give hundred dollar bill to the girl alongside with my phone number in case I have a hair crisis.

The pink-haired girl says and shakes my name "The name is Samantha, but you can call me Sam"

I shake her hand willingly. "Yeah, nice name. By the way, the name is C.

We say our goodbyes and make an appointment to meet up next week. Before I can run outside, Sam grabs my wrist and turns me around.

"Don't forget to go on a date with my brother next week". Sam smiles and goes back to the store.

Oh shit. What did I get myself into.

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Hmmmm, I wonder who the person is. Comment your views below.