My name is Ashley, I am 17 years old and in grade 11 at St Vincent's High. I was pretty ordinary until I noticed a change. It began in my hair. My hair went from a really dark brown to a pale strawberry blonde. I had no idea why so I went along with whatever anyone came up with. They all asked the same question and finished in the same statement, "oh my gosh, did you dye your hair?" And "wow! It looks amazing. It suits you"
"Ashley, what happened to your hair?!" My mum looked at me with open eyes.
Speechless, I quickly answered, "I wanted a change and dyed it. Is that a problem?"
She began her sentence with, "uhhhh, no no. It's fine."
I turned around and saw my youngest sister staring at me, "seriously Lilly!"
"What happened to your hair?" She was only 5 and didn't understand some stuff.
"I decided to change the colour" I said with a slight smile.
She ignored me after she saw that there was pancakes on the bench. So I decided to go upstairs and have a look myself, because my hair was down to my stomach, I saw the colour without having to look in the mirror. Still checking myself out, I decided to leave it down for school and just put my makeup on. Leaving my hair wavy without brushing it I decided to put a clip in to pull my hair out of my face.
------ 4 days ago ------
I woke up in the kitchen, the place was a mess. There were 3 others from what I saw lying in the lounge room, which was next to the kitchen. Mum, Dad and Lilly were away for 2 days. They were coming home tomorrow so I decided to have a, what was meant to be a small get together. Word got out and so it was a hectic night.
I saw beer and alcohol everywhere. Of course I was underage so I quickly told everyone to get out. No cops came, so the neighbours mustn't have rung them. I had to clean the place up before tomorrow. I had a pounding headache and didn't know what happened last night. I must of been hungover. The light that was shining in from the kitchen window was way too bright. So I went up stairs, knocking everything down on the way up. Leaning on every wall I could. I managed to get up into my room to grab my sunglasses.
I decided to go have a bath for a bit.I ended up laying there for 2 hours. Then someone came in, slamming the door wide open. Great, it was Nathan.
"What?!" I said with my sunglasses over my face and shut my eyes, still hearing and talking.
"Hey baby!" I reopened my eyes and saw him coming closer.
I began to panic and rethink quickly about what happened last night.
"Oh. My. God" I layer in the bath looking over at Nathan with what felt like wide eyes but were actually half shut.
I had made out with Nathan, who doesn't drink. So he remembered it all. I was drunk and made out with the ugliest rat-bag in the whole school. "Ugh" was all I could think of.
"Get out of my house Nathan." I was pissed at myself, but blamed the alcohol.
He started stripping his clothes off and sat in the oversized bath tub with me. He thought it was great. He slid over and put his arm around me, trying to feel my boob. But I slapped him.
"Get the fuck out of my house Nathan. I was drunk last night. That 'make out session' we had. Didn't mean anything!" I said with quotation marks.
He was surprised and slowly got out. Ugh, disgusting.
After a while, I decided to hop out myself. I dried myself off. And looked in the mirror. Sunglasses still on I saw my hair.
"What the....?!" I quickly whipped my sunglasses off and look at my hair again. Why is it blonde?
------ 4 days later ------
That's how I found our my hair is the colour it is. Not the most exciting way, but it was interesting. I ended up walking to school, I got there just as the bell went.
