“Give her some highlights in here and there”, I excitedly instruct the stylist at the salon.
“Hmmm…” she squirmed and I hoped that she wouldn’t shout and cry for her. I patted her shoulders and smile at her. I assured her that I’ll be paying for it. Besides, it would be fun. She was hesitant at first but then she resigned just went with it.
“That’s my girl”, I squealed with excitement and went to the next chair to sit. I didn’t even tell the stylist what to do with my hair. She already knows what I am here for. A total transformation though I don’t exactly need it. However, this is what my parents’ credit card is for.
After just thirty minutes, the new girl’s new ‘do is finally done. “I got a dress for you in that pink box. Wear it. It’s yours. A gift from me to you”, I told her without even looking at her. I didn’t have to. I know she’ll be perfect.
She went out of the dressing room wearing the pink flowing dress I gave her. Her highlights and curly locks fit her face perfectly. I wanted to tell her that she doesn’t look so boring now, and whoever says otherwise will definitely eat their words. I did say she was boring but hey, that was before the makeover.
The stylist was blow drying my hair when my phone rang…
“Yes,” I answered
“What?!” I shouted
“No way!” I shouted again
I ended the call, looked at the mirror, and touched my long hair. Without any hesitation, I instructed the stylist to cut off just an inch off of my hair. At first, the stylist was a bit hesitant but I insisted that she does as she was told. I closed my eyes, she snipped, and that was it …
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Series of Mistaken Identities
Teen FictionThis is a story about a rich sheltered girl, who is trying to live a perfectly normal life by following the rules and standards set by her mom, her dad, her friends, the people around her and the society. Take a glimpse on her simple yet not so simp...
