What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 40- Secrets

Chapter 40- Secrets

I clutched onto the leather arm rest of my chair, squinting my eyes shut. The sound of scissors opening and metal rubbing against each other made me cringe. All I just wanted to do was leave from here and never return.

"Are we finished yet?" I cried and moaned, clenching my teeth together.

"I haven't even touched a piece of your hair yet," the hairdresser deadpanned, lacking in patience.

I guess it was kind of my fault since I kept shuffling around and flinching every time she touched a strand of my hair.

"C'mon Mila, just allow her to cut your hair," Tee Tee begged from beside me while another hairdresser finished up trimming her ends.

Easy for her say, she's into all of this crap.

"Yeah it won't be that bad. Remember how your short hair was an accident," Vivian tried calming from the phone. I had to bring her with me to this special moment. "But look on the bright side, you love it now."

I remember how in sophomore year of high school Vivian forced me inside the salon. I had my long, wavy, healthy, raven hair back then, and I seriously didn't think I needed a trim. But I obliged anyways and told the man who I trusted to cut my hair, chest length. Chest length specifically, and I'm pretty sure I spelt it out for him.

Thirty minutes later, I decided to peek at the mirror to find myself with shoulder length hair. You could only guess how frustrated and horrified I was. I prevented myself from getting angry since it was the guys first day. But I vaguely remembered how dad mocked me for a while, saying I looked like a big boy and Vivian who tried to calm me down.

After a few of months, I grew into the whole look and actually thought the hair cut suited my face shape. It made my cheekbones stand out more, and my wavy hair looked more defined and thick with all the layers.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, my hair had been growing for a while now. It had reached my collar bone and maybe a haircut wouldn't be soo bad.

"Fine." I grumbled. "Just don't give me a pixie cut," I warned the hairdresser again. "And can you do it quickly."

"I would if you let me," she retorted with attitude and I settled myself from grabbing the scissors and stabbing her in the eye.

"MY BLUE HAIR IS GONE!" Skylar cried into her palms, rushing out of the curtains.

I rubbed my eyes, not believing that it was Skylar who was in front of me. Her blonde hair was more golden than I remembered and the length was cut to perfection from the way it was laying over her chest. She looked like a model rather than the edgy girl I always saw.

But I preferred her blue hair since that was just her.

"Oh my gosh, Skylar sweety, you look beautiful," Tee Tee gushed, clasping a hand over her mouth, rushing over to her daughter who was having a fit.

"No mom ... I look like one of the bitches from white chicks!" She started to hiccup and I felt bad for the girl.

"Nonsense, you can always dye it back after the wedding," Tee Tee noted. "Just for one day. One day is all it'll be, and I really don't understand why you don't like it. Your hair looks amazing on you."

"She's lying," I teased, snorting into my hand.

"Mila!" Both Vivian and Tee Tee yelled at me in synch while Skylar sulked even more.