I started cutting strands of my metallic jet black hair, that I love. I watch it fall into the dirty bathroom floor. After, I take a last look at myself in the mirror. I unlock the bathroom door carefully and go down the narrow aisles, crammed full of tall white metal shelves, there dusty and find only a few things per row. I scan the end aisles titled in bolded black letters "HAIR/BEAUTY" on a hanging sign, halfway falling from the musty particle board ceiling. There is a few boxes of brown, tan, blonde, then... purple! "Perfect!" I whisper. No one is gonna expect me to have purple hair. Their probably not even thinking of discuises right now.
Being curious I search the rest of the store quickly making sure I don't miss anything. On the next aisle I find a small red lonely backpack, empty. I immediatly start filling it with thinks I might need saying that I'm homeless now. Maxi pads, a brush, a toothbrush, toothpaste, a pack of matches, a newspaper, and a couple cans of food. "Jackpot!" I say running with the now heavy bag, to the restrooms in the dim corner of the room. In the tight restroom I read the instuctions on the faded Loreal box, skipping some because of the lack of time. I start mixing the tubes of white and violet paste qickly, then pour the gooey purple liquid into the plastic squeeze bottle. "Shit". I mumbled spilling some of the vibrant purple dye. I quickly washed out my hair in the broken sink as I heard a car door broadly slam, echoing into the small gas station. I immediately closed the sink knob and bolted behind the casheir desk. Just then, the door creaked open. I could see through a small crack of the front desk and realized who it was...
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Tunnel Vision
Mystery / ThrillerA novel about the life of a young woman Jane Carter, who has the powers to see the future with her ability that she gains from a life changing experience in the military. She was captured and tested on like a lab rat for years and found freedom. She...
