Hard to get? //Luke Hemmings #Watty2015

Chapter 15

I watch the woman in the mirror as she blow dies my hair. The colours start to grow more light, and brighter. It scares me that it is so bright.

She brushes it through and lays it on my shoulders. I scan my hair from the roots to the ends, the red to bright pink to baby pink.

The woman has done exactly what she'd been asked and I love it!

I couldn't help but do. It is me in the most amazing way. I'm not traditional, I'm not 'normal', I'm different and somhow my hair shows that; well obviously red and pink hair isn't the normal colour many people go for.

The colour, colours are amazing and honestly I couldn't think of a better colour choice. I know I won't be able to have my hair like this forever but while I do, I'm going to show it the fuck off!

I feel brave and spontaneous, even though Chloe had chosen it and I didn't really have a choice in the matter.

I turned to face Chloe, who was already eyeing my hair with a smile waiting for my reaction. "What do you think?" She asked eagerly wanting to know she'd done well.

"I actually wasn't sure, and it's a bit out there," I glanced back at myself in the mirror then back to Chloe who's smile had dropped slightly, "but I absolutely love it Chloe!" I grin and her smile grew ten times larger.

I stood and quickly hand the lady the money and a tip for her amazing job. She thanked me for the tip but I told her there was no need as she deserved it. I follow Chloe out of the shop and couldn't help but constantly run my fingers through my coloured hair.

I noticed some glances at hair, but I liked it. For once people were paying attention to me.

"Are we finished now?" I ask Chloe as I'd spent more than I'd spent my whole life and have enough clothes to last me the rest of my life.

"Yeah, what time is the game?" She asks then glances at my hair causing her to smile again.

"Four, how long we got?" I felt as if I'd been in this mall for days and wouldn't be surprised if it was next week.

"Half two, so we have an hour and half to waste. Wanna come to mine to get changed?" Her eyes scan my body covered outfit that made me look like I don't have enough money to buy a loaf of bread, but the amount of bags I'm carrying shows otherwise.

"Sure, if that's okay with you and we're best off setting off at half three so we're not late." I'm always late so I tell myself to get ready to go half an hour before I'm supposed to but still end up being late.

"Okay, well we better hurry up then." We quicken our pace to quickly make it to Chloe's car.

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We'd got back to Chloe's half an hour ago and she'd already pushed me in a chair and started loosely curling my COLOURFUL hair.

Chloe's house is huge with corridors leading off in every direction. The walls covered in pictures of Chloe from every age, but barely have her parents in them. I've seen a few but from what I can tell, Chloe looks a lot like them.

Her dads seems very formal with a clean shaven face and sleeked back hair; in every picture he's wearing a suit. Her mother seems very posh with pearl earrings and pinned back blonde hair. Both have the same icy blue eyes and seem like the stereotypical rich couple/parents.

I hate to see that in a massive house, there is only Chloe living in here. There is her nanny but Chloe dismisses her whenever she's around. Chloe's very independent and I can tell she wants to do stuff for herself.