The Hanna Waltkins Story

Ch.1

"You did what!"

"Mom, I can explain-"

"Oh, no you can't. Purple. Purple hair!"

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 My name is Hanna Waltkins, and   you're probably confused about the whole "purple hair thing". Well let me clear a few things up. Yes, my hair is indeed purple. And yes, I can explain why (this is to you Mom). Anyways, I've always wanted to dye my hair a different color, well more like the tips of my hair, but that doesn't matter anyways. So yea, I decided that I wanted to get my tips dyed purple, because first, my parents would never let me dye my whole hair, and second I have brown hair. And when you curl hair that is brown with purple tips, let me tell you, that thing is hot!

So my best friend, Angela, or Muffie (Inside story thing) owns a hair salon. More like her Mother owns it, but she has a part time job there, so I would say she's pretty skilled. After school ended, she snuck out some purple dye and some other materials from the salon. And that's basically how we end up in her bathroom.

" So... when are your parents coming home" I ask as Muffie combs through my hair.

"My dad is on business trip so he'll be back tomorrow, and my Mom closes the salon at 9, so we have a couple hours. KEEP YOUR HEAD STILL!"

I sit up and look at her, "My neck hurts, was there really any point in you washing my hair!"

She stares at me and rolls her eyes. Yanking my head forward, with a smirk and says, "Whenever you dye hair, you always want to start on a clean slate, clean hair, so we can avoid any issues. And by combing it, you're able to get rid of all the tangles so the process can be quick and easy."

"Really!" I say in a sarcastic voice.

Once again she rolls her eyes at me. She then grabs a towel from the rack, and pats down my hair with it. "It's damp, but that doesn't matter." She drapes a towel across my shoulder. She then smiles and picks up the purple dye, "Dyeing time!"

"Wooh!" I say in my most enthusiastic voice.

Thus we start. I take out my phone, and start to read manga. Yes, I do read Manga, It's pretty cool. 30 minutes in, Muffie is still on my hair. I look up from the screen and say, "I thought you said it wouldn't take forever!"

"I know, I know, but girl, you got some thick hair!"

I chuckle, and go back to reading my Manga.

Another 30 minutes, and she's still on my hair. I look up at her from the mirror in front of me. She stares at my hair then the bottle, and then back at my hair again, wearing a concerned look on her face.

" Um, Muffie...is everything...alright?" I ask slowly.

She nods and smiles reassuringly, but I don't buy it. I whip my hair to the front of my face not caring if it gets all over the bathroom tiles. Behind me, Angela quietly whimpers, and looks down on the ground.

"Oh my gosh....OH MY FREAKING GOSH!" I turn around a stare at her. Not only are my tips dyed but basically two thirds of my hair. Let me tell you, I'm a 5'7 girl, with waist length hair, that is not little hair.

Seven words. "My parents are going to kill me!" I turn around and face Angela. "I thought you said you could dye hair. What Happened?"

She leans against the sink, and slowly looks up from in-between her fingers, " I've only really dyed hair with my mom standing right next to me, telling me step by step instructions. I've never really done it alone. I'm sorry, pl...please don't be mad at me. I kind of just got carried away..."

"I'm not," I say softly while smiling at her, "I can't be mad at my best friend!" I turn and look back at the mirror and fluff my hair, "What are we going to do. What am I going to do?"

"We could cut it, I could give you shoulder length hair."

"No....please...no." I really don't want any more disasters. "Why don't I just get the whole thing dyed. It would look better that way."

"Are you sure?"

"Yea, I mean what else can I do."

And that's how 30 minutes later I ended up with a head full of purple hair. While looking in the mirror, I twirl my hair and pout my lips. "I think it's cute, I like it." I turn to Angela and smile, "thanks. You really did do a great job."

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As I walk into my house, I try to discreetly go upstairs. But as I go upstairs the stairs start to creek. I close my eyes, and slightly stomp my feet, "Darn it".

"Hey Hanna, is that you?"

"No, it's a ghost that just happens to have keys to this house." I say while slowly going down the stairs to the kitchen, not wanting to feel the wrath of my Mother. I peek behind the wall so only a little bit of my head is showing. I smile at my mom, trying to somewhat make her overlook my purple hair.

"Please tell me that's a wig." She says while holding the house phone.

There's no point in hiding my hair, it will eventually have to show one way or another. I can't avoid my parents forever. I walk myself fully into the kitchen and face my mom.

"Surprise!" I say throwing my hands up in the air and smiling...for now.

"Marian, I got to call you back. Yea, yup, bye." She hangs up the phone and crosses her arms, a frown forming on her face.

"Really, purple hair. Really?"

"Mom I can explain, trust me."

"No you can't."

"Mom, I can explain-'

"Oh, no, you can't. Purple. Purple hair."

"Mom, it's not like I did something bad, I just dyed it, nothing wrong."

She looks at me and smiles. A very creepy smile. A smile that you know only Mother's smile. A smile that will get you in trouble with some people, aka Dad. A smile that I tend to stay away from. That all children tend to stay away from.

"You lied to me. You said you were filming a movie with film club. You never told me you were going to dye your hair! You lied to me sweetheart. And lying is never good. This is not just about your hair. After this you might get into the wrong crowd, get in trouble, get arrested--"

"MOM JUST LISTEN TO ME!" I'm so tired of hearing her yell and scream at me. If only she listened to me, maybe I could tell her the story. I breathe in and out slowly trying to calm myself.

"I only wanted to dye the tips, nothing else. If I had known that I was going to come out like this. I wouldn't have done it."

"Hanna," my Mom says while sitting down, "I would have gotten you an appointment to get it done professionally. No need to go behind my back."

"Seriously...you really would have done that?" I ask in a surprised voice.

"Yea, I would have."

I turn away my face away in embarrassment. Sometimes I underestimate my parents. "I'm going upstairs to do my homework..." I mumble and I drag myself and my backpack upstairs.

"When your father comes home we'll have a little talk!" My mom yells from down the hall.

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