Beautiful Disaster

Chapter One

One

It never ceases to amaze me that nothing works out. I can’t ever just go out to buy candy or milk without it turning into this huge fiasco.

That’s why I was dismayed but not surprised as I spotted the camera being taken out of a bag by a guy who was trying just a little too hard to not be noticed.

Before he could start taking pictures I walked into the first store I came to, which just so happened to be hair salon.

Great….hopefully people will just carry on like usual. The shop had a modern, trendy look. Actually, it looked like a place where my old classmates would hang out. Naturally, people looked up when the bell above the door chimed, and a few mouths dropped.

            Damn it. I quickly walked up to the counter, turning my head slightly so my hair covered my face.  A girl my age leaned against the counter, talking to a guy around our age. She looked up and saw me; recognition showed in her eyes and she went to get another lady, who I assumed was her mom due to their similarities. They were both about 5’5, curvy and had the same dark red hair.

            “Hello, how can I help you Miss Knight?” the older women asked. I glanced at her nametag and saw her name was Scarlett. I looked at her daughter’s nametag and resisted the urge to laugh. Her daughter’s name was Phoenix. I love it when peoples name match their appearances or personalities.

            “Please don’t call me Miss Knight. It makes me feel old and the press always calls me that,” I said in one breath. I could feel my cheeks heat as I looked down and tried to find something to say that didn’t make me feel like a moron. She smiled kindly at me. “Sorry. Umm, I don’t know what I want to do; I actually just came in here to get away from the paparazzi. But I would like to do something different with my hair,” I said, looking behind me nervously.

            “Okay, Phoenix, why don’t you take her to a back seat and get working,” she said, smiling at me kindly. I gave her a thankful look before I followed Phoenix to the back. She washed my hair then led me to a seat away from the windows line of view.

            “So you don’t care what I do, right?” Phoenix asked.

“Not really. Except I don’t want you to cut my hair. I want it the same length,” I said. She nodded and looked at my hair thoughtfully, then got to work and we talked.

            I learned she was an only child, she didn’t have any pets, and her dad died when she was eight. Overall, we had a lot in common. I’m an only child, I don’t have any animals, and my mom died a month ago. Also, she goes to Willow High School.

“I’m going to go there when the summer is over. My dad decided it would be better for me instead of going to private school or having a tutor,” I said. I was actually pretty excited to be going to public school. I never really had friends, or if I did, they only liked me for my money or they wanted to get in good with my dad.

            Phoenix squealed a little. “Yeah, we should hang out this summer. That way you will know somebody before you start. We could hang out with Sebastian too, he went to Willow High last year, and he is going to work there part time as a tutor,” she said. I gave her a confused look.