Chapter 3: Road Trip

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This was stupid.

I shouldn't have gotten up this morning.

I hate this.

I looked at myself in the mirror at the sink the bathroom

It was September now. Today was the day I leave for Beckwith, or in other words, hell.

Since I was accepted back, they apparently sent a handbook back giving new rules and a strict dress code.

One out of the many, many, many rules in it that pained me the most.

"Absolutely no hair dye."

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Here's Marcie's natural hair color^^________________________________

ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।

Here's Marcie's natural hair color^^
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This was torture already and I didn't even leave my house yet.

I hated my hair. So, so much.

And now that everybody's going to see it.

That's great.

I dried it off with a towel since I had to wash out my previous hair dye. When I was finished with that, I went into my room, thinking things couldn't possibly get worse. Until it did. Because on my bed, was a uniform. Which is now the new requirement for Beckwith Academy.

Guess they weren't kidding when they said this place changed...

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ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।

ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
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