"She's going to be blonde"
"No, she can't!"
It was pointless wishing. Our daughter was blonde. We had one last choice. Dye.
Maybe my latest creation would work, just maybe.
I call my daughter over to the large bathroom, I sit her down on the edge of the bathtub. Please let this work, please.
"Daddy what's wrong?"
She could see the hurt in my face. She was smart. The smartest two year old I knew.
"Honey just sit" She was a good girl she knew this was important "It will be over soon"
I took her blonde hair out of the pigtails they were in and used up the whole bottle, I hoped this worked. After twenty minutes it was over, my daughter was fixed.
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Looks Can Deceive
Teen FictionIt was pointless wishing, she was blonde. One last option. Dye. Eva Polan was sent into high school, but she shouldn't have. With the world separated into blondes and browns, things are awful. The blonde's treaty poorly while brunettes being prais...
