I remember when Cassie first dyed her hair. It was pink and bright and curly. She was so happy and smiley.
(I want to be happy and smiley. Maybe not all the time (it's not always necessary), but at least some of it)
But then her Nana, Madame V, scolded her for it and threatened to buzz it off. (Cassie spent the night over for that one). In the end, she kept her bright pink hair.
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Marlowe
General FictionAugusta "Marlowe" Baker and his adventures with life and love, all through his journal. Starts at age 9. (This is a work in progress) (And I have no official art yet) Also, this is a long term project and its really close to my heart.
