*11 years later*
The thing about me is that I’m not like other sixteen year old girls. Girls my age are dating, partying and other things I am too naive to even mention. I dont really care about my appearance as much as most girls either. But most of all most girls my age aren’t sent away from their families to go live with another family in another country. As you can probably tell (or not.) I’m in foster care now. Money was getting tough when my mum turned down the dark and dangerous path of drugs and alcohol. I don’t really know how to feel about the situation that I am in.
I'm here in America with a new family for two weeks now and I still haven't heard from my mum.
I'm with the Nelson family. They are nice to me and they dont have any other children so that's a plus. I'm already enrolled into a new school and a part-time job as a waitress in a cafe.
Maggie, my foster mum, told me to go exploring the city so I did. LA is really different to Sydney. WAY different. While in a new place, I think I need a new look. I went to different clothes shops and shoe shops and practically bought a new wardrobe-which is highly unlike me. I spent most of the money Maggie gave to me to spend. But she told me to spend it all. I had already bought what I wanted. But then I thought- maybe I should get a whole new look. That was when I passed a hairdressers and without a second thought, opened the door to the sound of hair dryers an the smell of shampoo.
"Hey, how can I help you? " said a woman behind the desk. She wore a black tight dress that was way to short for her, bold make-up look , black high heels to match her dress and a messy bun in her hair.
"Um. Yeah I didnt make an appointment though. " I replied.
"No worry dah-ling! Come over here and sit in that chair and tell me what you want done. "
I did as I was told.
"I was thinking going dark, I think black maybe?"
"Yes honey, that's the right look for you. Shall we start?"
"Yeah."
Throughout the process of dyeing my hair, Celeste , the hairdresser, told me about her life and how she got into hairdressing.
"Now darling, there we go a new and improved you!"she said spinning the chair I was sat on to face the mirror. Yeah, she was totally right in saying going darker would suit me. I thanked her, paid her and left to get a taxi back to Derick and Maggie’s house. I hope I wont get told off for making this much of a change.
*********** Author’s Note **********
Hey, I know what you’re thinking; why is she writing another fanfic? The reason being.. ..um I dont really have a reason! Maybe its because I’M THE WORLD’S BIGGEST PRCRASTINATOR! (Idk if I spelt that right) :p But anyways hope you like this one and please please please give me feedback if you do/dont like this. I love knowing people’s preferences and dislikes so I can make them better.
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