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Chapter four

"Hello sweetie!" my hairdresser greets me, "I am so excited to dye your hair, you have no idea!" She squeals, apparently very happy that I didn't change my mind this time.  

"I'm nervous, but I need this." I tell her, as I sit on the chair standing in front of a big mirror.

"So, what do you want exactly?" She asks me, taking my long boring hair in her hands.

"I was thinking about a lighter brown, and just a trim for the cut." I explain, giving her my phone to show her pictures I found of the color I want.

"Alright, that looks amazing! Let's get started before you run out." She smirks and get her bleach ready.

She wastes no time and drowns my hair with her purple mix, which stings my scalp. I play with my phone the entire time, too scared to actually look at my now yellow-ish hair.

"I'll let the bleach rests a little, I'll be back in a few." She says and leave her chair. I finally look at my head in the mirror and realize it's not that bad. My roots are almost white, but the hair at my shoulders are actually really nice. It's more like a caramel blond. I wouldn't mind getting that color instead of a lighter brown. That would be a real change for me, and I never took any kind of risk in my life, so why not? If I don't like it, I can always dye it back to brown.

The hairdresser comes back just in time, I didn't want the bleach to ruin the perfect color my hair had.

"I changed my mind, I want this color instead." I tell her, pointing to the exact spot. She gasps, eyes wide open, "What has gotten into you?" She laughs, "I want a real change, not just something barely noticeable, I want the big thing." I reply, laughing too at my confused mind.

"Oh my, blond it is then!" She throws her hands in the hair and get the mixing done.

For what seems like ages, I finally see the result and love it. It's weird to be looking at my hair with such a different color, but I know I'll get used to it. I wanted a change and I got it, finally. I don't care what people will think about it, and honestly that's a big step for me. I never had much confidence in myself and it's pretty much the first thing I do for me, without asking for someone's approval.

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When I get home from my appointment, I'm home alone. Dad is working until late tonight, which means I will have to occupy myself. Good thing I have a shitload of homework to do.

I open my computer and I see an e-mail from Mrs. Bennett, my Math teacher. I click on the little envelop and start to read it.

Hello Makayla,

I'm working on the tutoring groups and I was wondering if you were wiling to help again this year. It would not only help the students, but me as well. With the exam coming up next week, there's a lot to do and I don't think I can handle every student of mine with their difficulties. It would mean the world if you could give a hand, and it could be a great revision for you as well. I understand if you're too busy or if you just don't feel like doing it, because trust me, I know it's a lot of work, but of course you'll get credit for doing it.

The tutoring sessions would be every lunchtime from 11:30 to 12:25, for the following days until the exam, and even some students wanted to meet at the library in town this weekend.

Just let me know as soon as possible.
Thank you very much

Mrs. Bennett.

I had totally forgot about the stupid exam next week. We have 7 days to get ready. I'm not worried about it, though. I'm more worried about Alyson, but with everything that happened between us yesterday, I don't think I care enough to reach out to her to offer my help. She should've concentrated more in class rather than on her freaking cellphone. I click on the 'reply' button and start typing my response to her demand.