Born Bad

Hairdresser

When I went out of the tiny office I was told that I have a hairdresser appointment tomorrow and if I want I can make up my fake name for the mission. I have always liked the name Rita Tabby so I will choose that. As for my hair, I do not know what will happen but tomorrow will come.

I woke up this morning at ten. My appointment dosen't start till noon so I am going to start unpacking and putting up my new things. I still haven't made any friends but my roomie Jane Standford is coming when I go away.

My room has turned from bare to beautiful. It still cream because I want to wait till my roomies come to pick the wallpaper or paint. It is more teenager friendly with posters and themes. I now glance at my new digital clock. Its 11:56 a.m. I throw on some pretty clothes and brush my hair. 

When I get to reception there is somebody standing waiting for me. He is a taxi driver so I must be of campus.

We go through streets and villages before we arrive. I end up at this modern looking shop. When I walk in I basically get pounced on by the hairdresser, then thrown into a seat with a mirror and a sink so I can wash my hair. The lady calls for help and then dips my head into water. I then realise that I will not be choosing my hair style.