Getting Over Matt

Chapter 5: The new girl?

Chapter Five

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR??” Anna asked in shock.

That wasn’t exactly the greeting Sandra wanted on a sunny Saturday morning and on her first day of revival. Her hair was now much shorter than it was yesterday, just above the neck shorter. She didn’t really think it was that bad except for the fact that she didn’t cut it neat enough and the left side had a slightly longer length than the right. Well, at least it didn’t feel as heavy anymore.

“I don’t think it’s as horrible as you make it sound,” Sandra said defensively. She looked at her reflection on the glass window. Suddenly she wanted to take back what she just said. It was bad.

“Okay, I might need to have it fixed in a parlor.”

“No, you need a shrink,” Anna said seriously.

Sandra rolled her eyes. “It’s just hair, it will eventually grow back.”

“Yeah, and I hope just like your hair you’d eventually move on.”

Sandra didn’t want to start that conversation.

“I thought you were supposed to pick up the necklace last night?” Sandra asked, trying to change the topic.

 “Mom’s got some very important appointment, AGAIN,” Anna said as she dropped on Sandra’s bed, then she noticed the pink neck supporter peeking out of the trashcan.

After everything that I’ve been through just to get it back??  Sandra wanted to scream at her best friend but resisted. She didn’t want to talk about anything that happened last night.

“Will you come shopping with me?” She asked instead.

 “You? Shopping?” Anna looked at her skeptically.

“Yeah?”

“First is your hair, now you want to go shopping after a whole century. Tell me, what is this all about? What’s your plan?”

Sandra shrugged. “The plan is…to get rid of my old clothes. You know, new hair…new me?”

A huge smiled spread over Anna’s face, she moved over to Sandra and hugged her.

“I’m going to make you the best looking bitch in town,” she whispered.

Sandra pulled away. “You’re making me change my mind.”

“Whatever bitch.”

“Please don’t call me that,” Sandra said seriously.

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After an hour in the parlor, Sandra finally felt confident about her hair and thought she’d made a really good decision; to let go of everything and her hair. Her black hair has now turned reddish brown and she looked like someone ‘different’. Exactly what she intended.

They were sitting at Seattle’s best, having coffee for breakfast when a guy approached them.

“Hi,” he greeted and smiled at them.

He was neat and cute but typical.

“Hi,” Anna greeted back sexily.

Sandra didn’t even look at him as she took a sip of her coffee. She’s used to guys going over to them while they’re eating, drinking or falling in line to some movie house just to ask for Anne’s number. Pretending not to notice them saves her from the humiliation of being the one who’s always unnoticed.

“I know it’s quite forward but…”

“Uh-huh?” Anna brushed her hair off her shoulder.

“Ahm,” he hesitated then shyly looked at Sandra, “Can I ask for your number?”