Unpleasantly Pleasant

my hair ain't that straight

Things have been pretty unsatisfying lately. My feet grew a little bit and my hair's going out of place. What am I going to do with school just being a few days away?

I can't go to a new school looking this ridiculous. Life can be so unfair at the wrong time. Maybe I could just gel my hair to the back or I could use my savings from six months ago to buy me an hair iron.

"Dad, do you have any hair gel?" I ask, skipping over to the room a few doors away from mine.

"Yeah, look in the bathroom cabnet." He tells me and I walk over to his bathroom and rummage through his bathroom cabnet. There are two jars of hair gel but the one says hair wax. What is the complete difference?

"Dad. What is the difference between hair gel and hair wax?" I ask him, trying to figure out what the hell this means.

"I suggest you use the wax." He informs me and shrug while leaving his room.

I go back to my room and stand in front of my full length mirror. I open the jar and scoop out a handful of hair wax and apply it to my curly hair. I apply it to my entire head and when i'm done, I am completly shocked. I scream at my awful appearence.

My dad comes rushing to my room and he gulps with surprise when he see's my hair. Oh fucking wonderful.

"I look like Mega Mind! Dad, you told me to use the wax! Oh my gosh, my head looks like an egg." I begin panicking at the way my hair looks.

"Dad, why don't I have your genes?" I ask, looking at his amazing chocolate mouse hair and his beautiful sea blue eyes. My self-esteem is bloody non-existent right now.

"Oh sweetheart, you're perfect just the way you are." He says and kisses my forehead.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better." He takes a hold of my hand and kisses my palm.

My dad leaves my room a few seconds later and I go to my bathroom to shower. Thank lord I can wash this stupid hair wax off. What a waste of time for trying.

I know I may not have the prettiest hair around but its not that bad. I mean, it doesn't look like it bombed or anything. It looks like freaking noodles and I hate it. Maybe I should just chop it all off. I don't want that hair iron anymore,let me just stick to curly.

I, Astrid Amelia Dick, a not so pretty girl with noodle hair, oh and not to forget the freaking odd surname, is not ready for a new school life.

My life back at my old school was amazing, no one really cared about how others looked. They came to school,did what they had to do, chill at lunch, did a little more of what they had to and then went home. That's was daily episode at my old school. I can't exactly be prepared on how everything will turn out at Star International High but I think it's not going to be that hard.

All I had to do now was, think about what to wear.I didn't really know what to wear because I wore uniform at my last school so I just went with my simple, daily outfits. A jeans, Converse (which are extremely uge) and a flannel.

School starts in three days, should I be excited or scared? Will I even make friends? Now thats's the sad part, i'm socially awkward. Oh whatever, being the new girl won't be that bad.

It's reality and I won't let it spoil my happiness.