chapter eight

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sunday 17 of march !

Woah ok sooooo i havent written for a bit im sorry *hands in surrendering pose*

Im currently waiting for my hair dresser to arrive, wait no there she is.

she sways her hips with purpose and meaning, i could never have that confidence.

"hey there Delilah" i sing out to her, Delilah turns and glares as i laugh "that is really becoming old you know" she laughs still mock glaring

the go with Delilah is shes my cousin.... yeah thats about it

she has long brown wavy hair , not tall, green eyes , and all the boys fall over her feet - shame i know :(

"Your. hair. looks. terrible." she states

"you defiantly got to the point there - you know dads good, mums bus-" " i really dont care, who the hell let your hair become that colour" she cuts me off

"its totally in" i say with a voice that suggests im someone important

"Im taking it out it looks horrid" she declares

i rolled my eyes as she turns and starts preparing the stuff she needs, this is like the scene from wild child - you know the one with the crazy hairdresser- well umm times that by lets say 1000

as she starts to do my hair "ARE THEY SCI-" i scream as she clamps a hand over my mouth "yes, im puttig a blind fold over your head sooooo , shut up" she sates back calmly

"dejva vou" i murmour

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"REVEALLLLLLLLL" delilha screams

ok sooo thats differnet , i guess the red really did look bad.

white blond hair falls just beyond my shoulders with brown natural eyebrows

I LOOK LIKE CARA OMFG

"thankyou" i whisper

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NEXT DAYYYY

7-what:30 ? SHITTTT

i rush to my wordrobe and put on a beni- scarf , long jacket, toms, white tee, and dark brown jeans- MEH I NEED TO GO !!!

i rush outta the kitchen grabing a single peice of toast

because its monday i get into mums car and drive to school - blarinng music - habbit , i cant help it-

as i park im bom-barded by jack

"GUESS WHAT " she screams

"your going to the moon"

"the three wise men visited you"

"you kissed a girl"

"you killed your mum "

"NO !!! SAMS GAY !!! LIKE ME!!!"

And that my friends is how i lost my prom partner......

yours forever and more

rebecca lovy

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