Last year, a pair of inseparable twin sisters were torn apart by stress and their differences in the relatively smooth first year of university.
Over the break, Emily and Sarah Roses were able to reconnect and mend their friendship.
When a familia...
Tell me why the actual frick frack I let my nutty twin sister dye my hair brown to begin with.
Please. Someone tell me.
I knew better, I absolutely knew there was no way this could've ended well. I mean, at first I assumed it was my anxiety trying to convince me putting dye in my blonde locks was a bad idea...
I've always found myself with an actual phobia of my hair color being anything else than my original blonde color. Growing up, I was horrified when I found out some blondes turn brunette as they age, assuming my hair would change against my will.
I mean, I was fine watching my dumb twin sister throw pink on the bottom half of her hair twice a month (for the most part. I think I actually cried the first time she did that at 12 years old because of the change... I was an anxious kid. Ugh.)
I wasn't really sure why changing my hair color was a phobia of mine, I just guessed it was probably the lovely psychological effect of my wonderfully strict mother forcing really short haircuts on me in an effort to make me not look like my identical twin. Maybe, just maybe, the hair color was one comforting detail of my appearance I hoped I could rely on always staying the same, no matter how short Mom had my hair chopped.
Well, regardless, I was nineteen years old now. At that point, I could say I officially owned the full rights to my own hair. The hair length was under my control, so I figured Emily changing the hair color for a silly Halloween costume for a single day couldn't be too much, right?
But no. It was my INTUITION and not my anxiety that told me this brown hair dye idea that it was stupid. I ignored it.
After I came back from being stuck with Emily and her friends for Halloween, the first thing I went to do was get my hair wash necessities to hit the showers. I needed to wash the dye off as soon as possible.
While dressing up as Erika from Princess and the Pauper was actually a fun thing to do with my sister, her annoying detail-oriented need for our costumes to be accurate down to the hair drove me insane. I honestly hoped she'd do a couple's costume with her simp boyfriend the next year.
Thankfully, with the night being over, I could wash out the brown and be done with Emily's shenanigans. I jumped into the shower, immediately dumping a heavy amount of shampoo into my hair to begin with.
As I scrubbed at my hair and let the water run over it, a bit of the brown swirled down the drain, but it wasn't getting any lighter. My hair wasn't getting any lighter.
Okay, that was NOT normal. At least I assumed so.
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In a panic, I decided to dump way more shampoo on my head. I scrubbed more frantically at my hair, bubbling it up as much as I could before rinsing it off with the water. The water was clear as it dripped, the brown dye no longer running with it.
