So Unfair

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I cringed as I watched my long brown locks fall onto the dirty floor. My poor hair. I winced each time the woman behind me snipped off a chunk.

"It looks fine," My older brother Kyle told me, barley even looking at me. I rolled my eyes, "Oh that means a lot," I replied sarcastically.

"Your not the only one hard done by," Kyle muttered. "Your not excited to be back in the army?" I asked unsure as we haven't spoke of it much.

He snorted as of I had told him a joke. "Tasha darling, your going to be a maid, while I'm going to fight for our bloody country. I could get killed, while you could get a freaking paper it from cleaning up papers."

You may be wondering, why Kyle is going to war while I'm going to be a personal maid. Well you see, we are from a town called Dylansvill, which Is quite a small town and how things work is once you reach 16 you go off to the army for the male and to be a maid for someone In a richer town for the female.

Kyle is 17, so this is his second year of it, while this is my first. You have to keep going until you are at least 20, then after that you can leave to get a better education or stay where you are, but if you ask me, why in the world would you stay being a maid, like seriously!?!

"Mr Green, your turn," the hairdresser, whom was just cutting my hair told Kyle. Without looking in the mirror I rose from the chair, letting Kyle take my space and I sat where he just was.

"does it really look that bad," I asked Kyle, pulling my fingers through my now shoulder length hair.

He wrinkled up his nose, "It will take some time to get used to." I sighed knowing that meant it looked bad.

After Kyle got his head shaved, so you could literally see your reflection, we paid the $3 each and made our way home.

As we walked down the dusty track Kyle and I talked about the year ahead. "why do we have to do this, don't we have rights to make our own decisions?" I asked Kyle, putting my head down and kicking dirt ahead of us.

"Go tell Mr Hybridge," Kyle said mentioning the man in charge of our town. I scoffed, "Maybe not."

It was a 45 minute walk till we reached our little home near the middle of town. Our little house, if you could call it that was pushed up together, next to two more brick buildings. Everyone's homes look the same around, inside and out.

I walked a little ahead of Kyle, pushing the door open for us to enter our home and found our mother in the kitchen cooking dinner. As she heard my footsteps she turned around from the stove.

"Tasha, love, you look still as beautiful as always," she assured me kissing the top of my head, before complementing how Kyle looks so manly. But seriously what else is she going to say, she's our mother for crying out loud.

"Tasha! Take off your shoes, you left a dirt track into the house. I looked down at the cracked floor beneath my old boots and noticed she was right. I apologized and sat down on the old busted couch to take off my boots.

"Tomorrow's the day, aye?" my mother said placing a rather small bowl of soup before Kyle and I. "Unfortunately," Kyle muttered, starting to devour his meal. I stayed quiet.

I didn't know what to except I guess. Im freaking out about tomorrow even if I don't look like it.

As we finished our meal, we heard the front door being slammed and my father walking Into the kitchen, dirty boots on and all.

My father, nothing like my mother, he is no sweetheart. He is an extremely strict man and nothing will get past him.

He sat down next to my brother and patted Kyle's head. "Very man,y my boy. I like your hair short Natasha," he called over to me. The one and only person who calls me Natasha.