Girls day out. I choose my outfit carefully- a long, soft white skirt, black and white low cut Converse (just one), and a tight half sleeve hot pink shirt. I add a silver sparkly statement necklace and sliver bangles. I wear hot pink lipstick and thick mascara, sparkly eyeliner, and smoky effect eyeshadow. I look in the mirror and think I actually look okay.
I grab my crutches and head downstairs just as I hear a knock on the door. I open it. Kimmy. She looks nice in tight sky blue jeans, light pink Converse, and a black & white polka dot top. Her shoulder-length orange hair is pushed back with a white headband.
Maggie steps into the room, jangling her keys.
"Ready?" She asks.
"Yes!" We both say at the same time. The three of us walk out the front door and hop in her light blue convertible.
"Where first?" Maggie asks us.
"Let's get manicures!!" Kimmy suggests, and I agree quickly.
"Okay!" Maggie says, and we pull out of the driveway.
Once we arrive and sit down, the manicurist asks us what we want. In the end, Kimmy gets navy with sliver sparkles, Maggie gets light pink confetti nails, and I get light pink with rhinestone flowers on both thumbs. Maggie pays for all of us and we head out to the car.
"This is soo awesome!!" I say, and it really is. I smile.
"Where to next?!" Maggie asks us.
"Let's go to a hair salon!" I suggest, and Maggie agrees.
When we arrive, I ask Maggie if it's okay to dye my hair. She thinks a moment.
"Okay." She says finally. "Your 13, almost 14. You're old enough." She smiles, and I relax.
In the end, Kimmy only gets a small trim and semi-permanent purple streaks because that's all her mom allows, Maggie cuts 2 inches off and gets it dyed a slightly darker shade of brown, but I'm the most changed. I got a small trim, but my hair is still waist-length. I've dyed it hot pink. Maggie and Kimmy both look shocked, then Kimmy squeals and says "I love it!!"
"Thanks!!" I say. "Yours too!! That purple looks awesome with the orange!!"
"Wow." Maggie says. "You look beautiful in that color, Storm!"
I blush.
Maggie pays the stylist, and we all walk back to car.
"Are we done for the day? Or is there something else you'd like to do?" Maggie asks.
I think for a moment. "Let's go home. Do you wanna sleepover, Kimmy?" I suggest. She smiles.
"Yeah, that would be awesome!!"
30 minutes later, we're back home after stopping by Kimmy's house so she could get her stuff. After watching Despicable Me 2, we head to my room, change into pjs, and turn out the lights.
"It's been an awesome day!!" I say.
"Yeah!!" She agrees.
At 1:03am, I'm still awake, tossing and turning, but I can hear Kimmy's steady breathing. I tiptoe into the bathroom and fumble around in the dark, finally finding my razor. Then I cut up arm, deep. I smile in the dark. It feels good to bleed. After the blood has stopped, I crawl into my sleeping bag, actually feeling better after cutting.
The next morning, Kimmy has something scheduled so she goes home early.
I look in the mirror, examining my new hot pink hair. It actually looks good!! If only... If only I were skinnier. I realize how much I've eaten since living here.
Smooth, Storm. Real smooth. Look at how far you've made yourself. I tell myself.
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My Life is a Silent Hurricane
Teen FictionFor Storm Grey, her name seems to fit the description of her and her life. Acting the part of a tough teen, all hipster clothes, spikes, leather, and black, she acts tough, carefree, and easy-going. But in reality, she's silently screaming for help...
