The Hair Project

Often I get teased for the way I look, especially the hair.

I try to look my best everyday but it just doesn't work!

My hair has been dyed 5 times, purple to brown.

My natural colour is blond.

I have tried different cuts and shapes but that doesn't work either!

SUPER long to a mini bob.

It never works!

So today I am going to just be myself.

It's the first day of year 9 and there is a lot on my mind.

I have decided to keep it cool with a medium length of bleached blond.

Any thing could happen, I could get teased all day or I could end out with the popular crowd by the end of the day.

A leader at this school is in charge of EVERYTHING!

The students, the rules, sport, anything!

I have tried and tried to get a position but all I get handed after woods is the stupid result that says....AMELIA FOSTER.

She is the most popular girl in White Bridge High. To be honest I don't want to end up with her by the end of the day!

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I run into the bathroom for a long hot shower.

I run my fingers across the back of my bra and unclip the straps.

I slid my arms out of the blue cotton bra and place it on the steamy grey tiles.

I bounce into the shower and get used to the fresh hot water.

I bend my body down and grab the grapefruit shampoo.

I squeeze the pink liquid onto the palm of my hand and massage it all through my golden hair.

I slid my fingers down my scalp and escape through the ends of my hair.

I let the boiling water run through my dry scalp to rinse the flowing pink liquid through my hair.

I bend my body down again to grab the lime and coconut conditioner.

I squeeze the green liquid out onto my smooth palm and run it through my golden hair.

I place both of my hands on either side of my head and rinse out the soft green liquid.

I bend down once more to grab the white bottle full of Turkish sensed liquid.

I pour it over my flannel for 3 seconds and start to scrub my arms and legs.

I step right under the shower and rinse my arms and legs.

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I put my hands over the hot and cold handles and twist them both to the right.

I slid open the fogged up doors and step out onto a wooly mat. I grab the brown towel and wrap it around myself.

I open the door and walk to my bedroom down the hall.

I walk in and slam the door behind me.

My towel drops to the white carpet and leaves a damp mark.

I grab my school items and slid them on.

My bra fits perfectly and so does the new underpants.

My breasts do not look too big under my brand new blouse.

My checkered skirt is not to tight or short.

I feel ready for my first day with perfect hair.