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RA 17: Hair, Clothes, School.

A/N: Okay, all. I know this story is silly most of the time, because that's how the people in this "world" are, but it's going to come off of that a little bit. And here's the second to last part (for now) of the flashback into the '90s . Enjoy!

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September 30, 1998.

It was morning again. I was on my bed. I put my shoe box with my diary in it away. I wrote my heart out in it. I had to.

I would usually go to my nene in a time of pain, but I absolutely couldn't this time, because she was the cause of it.

I wanted her to see how much she hurt me this morning, so I left my door open while writing all my feelings down. She walked by a couple of times and looked at me. I was hoping that she would come and apologize or somehow catch a glimpse of my diary, but she didn't.

She just reminded me to get ready for school. It disappointed me.

Did she even notice that I was upset, or did she not care?

Either way, I want her to feel guilty for what she did. That way I'd know if she cared even the tiniest bit.

I crawled out of bed and warm as can be. That's due to my outfit.

I didn't have the hair to go with my clothes anymore and when I tried to dress myself in my usual faux leather jacket, high heel boots, and black skinny jeans, I just didn't feel right.

Only one piece was missing from the puzzle, but yet I felt completely...missing. Like I wasn't even there. I wasn't me.

And so I snuck into my sister's closet and took out what looked to be an all gray tracksuit - just an over-sized shirt and matching plain, baggy bottoms.

I thought it was particularly bland, but when I changed into it and looked at myself in the mirror I thought it was okay.

It went well with the rest of me, the me without the long (dread) locks. I didn't like being this way but the one thing I always abide by is that I need to match. Always!

Looking around my room for my backpack, I spotted that test on the wall and I was reminded of something that I almost forgot.

I walked over to a medium sized dresser and pulled out a pretty, hot pink box that I decided to lay my chopped off hair into. I decided to go to school later today. I needed to drop the box off to some shop that makes wigs out of human hair.

I called in, hoping that I could donate it to some balding adult, but then I decided it would be best if my hair went to a cancer patient. I thought that it would help clear up some of my bad karma, otherwise I would have just let my mom throw it away with the rest of the useless trash.

Thankfully, they could respect my wishes. All I had to do was come drop it off, so that's what I planned on doing.

Walking down the stairs my nene stopped me in my tracks.

"Good. You found something to wear. I was just about to throw away your other clothes."

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Wait, why? You really don't need to. Those are my clothes. I only have them now. Don't take them away," I whined.

She went around me on the stairs with a clothes hamper and I decided to follow her with my eyes until she stopped at the top of the stairs and replied.

"Andrea, I need to. They were messing with your school work too, I know. You're too caught up with fashion rather than getting A's." She rested the hamper on her hip as she spoke to me.