Hair Die

As Carol blow-dried my hair, she went on and on about her two sons and their soccer games. We both knew I couldn't hear her. But, as always,  I wasn't looking in the mirror. I like to wait and see the final product, rather than the almost there stage.

"Ooooohh! This was a great choice, hon!"

Carol was done drying it, and I was brushing through my awkward not-thick-but-not-thin hair. She spun me around and I ran my fingers through my new hair. It was dark, almost navy, blue. But I got a few lighter streaks, like underneath poking out and in the front, on and by my bangs.

"Wow. I look almost as good as that girl in the ad-"

Carol cut me off, and held up the picture i brought her. The model was stunning, and had the same hair colour, without bangs. Hers was shorter, too. I had Carly Rae Jepsen style bangs... Yeah, i'm that cool.

"Darling, you look better. B-E-T-T-E-R."

I just kinda smiled and payed and left. I rode my longboard home the farther way. I wove in and out of neighborhoods and parks. I took almost 45 minutes. But the trees were all rustly and windy and nice. I hate the wind, especially when I first get my hair done, But not in the trees. I wish there was a way for me to observe the wind, and feel it, without it really physically affecting me. I like the goosebumps and the cold yet huggy feeling. My hair does not.

"Hal! Come see! Dave!"

My mom called to my sister and father. Both came slowly sauntering in. Hal was on her phone, as usual.

"cool."

that was all she said, and she spun on her heels and left the room. My dad came over and felt my hair and smiled and told me it looked nice. But then he, too, left to finish some work.

"well, Rachel, I think it looks amazing! Good choice, theres some icecream in the kitchen."

I hugged her and went to serve myself.