First things first, I'm Brittany...brown frizzy hair, average size, brown dull eyes with bags under them, slightly tanned skin, not beautiful, but not ugly, I'm just your average good girl, but I'm tired of that... I want to be the spontaneous hot, bad girl that gets all the guys and that's just what I'm going to do. . .
As I walk into the hairdresser, I get a nervous feeling in my stomach. Maybe I should think this through. Should I really throw away my spotless reputation, my perfect grades, just to have a bit of fun?
YES I should, I'm not backing down now.
"What would you like done today?" The hairdresser asks.
"Just something different, something to make me look hot.." I reply with a new sense of confidence.
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I look into the mirror and don't even recognize the girl who is staring back at me. I have to move my hands around and make a couple faces just to make sure that it's really me. I look... Dare I say it, HOT!!! My dry, brown, frizzball is replaced by bleach blonde waves with not a piece out of place. Now, the only problem is going to be keeping it this way everyday
, that's going to be a lot of work... I'm trying not to fall asleep as the hairdresser whose name is Ashley or Alex or something like that goes on and on about how to style my new hair do every day but all I can pay attention to is my reflection, I've never felt this good about myself, usually when I catch sight of myself I'm the mirrors, I flinch and quickly look away,. But now, I'm confident, this is going to work better than planned.
I pay the hundred dollar bill for my new look, and make my way to buy new clothes. Thank god I started working at Starbucks last year because there is no way my parents would pay for this.
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After spending about five hundred dollars on a whole new wardrobe filled with crop tops, skin tight jeans, and anything else I could find that would make the boys look twice, I decided to lay down for a while. There was only two days left until school started, grade 11, and I couldn't wait to show everybody the new me...
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The good girls gone
Teen FictionI've always been the good girl, stayed at home, got good grades, never drank alcohol or did drugs but I'm sick of being that boring good girl. I want to change, I want to get drunk, I want to get high and I want to have sex. And you can say I'm stup...
