School was going to start in a couple of days. I went to a stupid public school with a bunch of other bastards. The only reason I looked forward to today is because, this is the day I could cut it all off.
My feet felt as if walking on clouds as I walked to a designated high chair. An apron was tied around my neck, my hair put into a bun. The hairdresser looked at me, making sure I was ok with this. Nodding my head, I could hear the sharp noise of a scissor cutting through the dried hair of a teen girl. Regrets filled my head, but I shoved them to the side with satisfaction. A few snips here and there, and all I needed to do was glance into the large glass mirror to know this was the new me. A comb went through my new silky hair until it looked just as perfect as I wanted.
I clambered out of the chair, and walked right up to my mother. Her rigid eyes looked at me for a split second until looking back at the screen of a tablet.
"Nice hair"
Most people must be thinking "wow, your mom is terrible," but that one compliment meant the world to me. She hadn't scolded me, no, she actually liked part of me.
This was a new day for Caroline Brown.
The day when I felt different, strangely different, and not in a way years of puberty of education could make me feel.
This was the beginning for the new me.
The ending of the old me.
