"Mom!"
"What?!"
"Come help me!"
"With what?!"
"Just come here!"
She walks in and her jaw drops,
"What did you do to your hair?"
"Well, um, you see, uh, well..."
"Your hair is orange!"
"I know! What do I do?!"
"Dye it back,"
"But I don't want brown hair. That's why I dyed it in the first place!"
"Well, you could dye it all different colors."
"Oh yeah mom, I'll totally do that. Then it'll look like I got into a fight with a fairy or a rainbow!"
"Here."
Ten minutes later,
"Keep the towel on and rinse in an half hour."
"Yes ma'am! Wait, what color is it?"
"It isn't a color."
"Fine, what shade?"
"You'll find out. Its on the grayscale..."
"YOU DYED MY HAIR GRAY?!???"
"No, dumbass. I said you'll find out."
"You are hurtful."
"You got 15 minutes."
"Okay."
While I waiting I read some of my book then the timer went off. I rinsed my hair and I saw black. I froze. She died my hair black! Out any color, well lack there of, she chose black. What the hell is wrong with her?
"Mom!?!?!!!"
"I was waiting for that..." she said standing out of the door the whole time.
"Why?"
"Because before you said you wanted black and I decided to do it."
"Oh, so it's okay with you what is on my head?!"
"It's just black hair dye." she said as if she did was wrong. I'm not saying it was or wasn't.
"Now everyone's going to call me emo or goth.... Mom!?"
"What!?! Calling my name isn't going to make all of this better. Just, we can, we can just bleach it."
"Ew. Then I'll look like a scumbag!"
"Holy hell. You know, I'm trying to help you. Just deal with the black like you wanted it before so now you got what you wanted so be grateful."
"Okay."
That night I straightened my shoulder blade length black hair and went to bed.
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"You and Cameron don't act like a couple. You said that you guys kiss like once through the whole school day? How? And you don't even sit with him during lunch!"
"I don't sit with him at lunch because him and my ex boyfriend sit at the same table and next to each other."
"Which one?"
"Damian. You act like I have so many."
"Well there's Justin, Sal, Damian..."
"Shut up. Stop naming them! I won't sit with him because of Damian, whom I am not completely over with...Paige! Help me!"
"Jade. You have a boyfriend." And she smacked me, "There, now you are over Damian." I look over to see him and his 'new' girlfriend Ally, making out. If you hear a cracking sound, that's my heart slowly breaking.
"Jade?"
"Oh, you actually heard it crack?"
"Hear what crack?"
"Oh, uh, nothing." I fake laugh, she gives me that look.
"The cracking sound of my heart breaking because of that asshole."
"Well you did break his and your own heart so, and you played him along with Sal, an.."
"Stop! This has nothing to do with the other ones."
"It's true..."
"I think I'm going to break up with Cam."
"Why?"
"Because I don't feel the same about him..And I think the reason Justin made me go out with Cameron was to get closer to me.."
"Oh..Yeah I see Justin getting in between you two."
"That's exactly what Marcus said. So the other day I posted on Cams wall on Facebook that I loved him..A minute later Justin said that hurt but the truth hurts..Do you think that was about me?"
"I don't know maybe."
RRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!
"Bye Jade!"
"Later!"
I ran to gym class and got changed. I put my hair up in a really high side pony and walked out.
"Today class we are starting archery!" I silently cheered to myself, our teacher Mrs. Lindatary said with dread all over her face, apparently with the guys we are the worse class.. Yeah I guess so...
"Ew. What if I shoot someone?" She gasps, "Will I go to prison?!??"
"Cecilia, darling, you won't shoot anyone... hopefully." I'm guessing she mumbled hopefully because Cece is one of the stupidest preps in this school.
"Okay, good!" She sighs in relief,
"Dumb prep.."
"Paige, hush!" I whisper, yelling at her.
"Hush?"
"Yes. She is giving us directions."
"Jade, all you have to do is aim and shoot."
"Aim?"
"Are you sure you aren't the stupid prep?"
"I'm sorry, I haven't getting much sleep." I whisper back,
"Paige. Jade. Come on over and explain to everyone and demonstrate what we just told you guys."
"Are you serious?" I said,
"No, I'm just kidding, get your punk asses over here! Don't talk during lessons."
"Bitch." Paige said under her breath. We move to the center of the gym.
"Okay, so how do you find your dominate eye?"
"Fucked if I know.." Paige said under her breath once more.
Then I remembered from archery camp I went to in like 2nd grade.
"You put your hands straight out and up towards your face with your fingers over the others. Then your partner tells you which eye it is."
"Wrong."
Bitch! Wtf!
"No, right.." I said my blood boiling,
"Really?"
"No, just kidding, I know what I'm talking about. apparently you don't, oh yeah you are a real good gym teacher. Im not stupid, sorry, nice try though, and next time show less favoritism. I get I'm not rich, have fancy hair and clothes, the make up that makes me look like Miss America but you don't have to me like dog shit." The girls were separated in two groups, I think you figure out what two different groups.. Yup, the losers and the populars. I finished my sentence after I walked over to the losers,
"All of us like dog shit. Fucking Bitch."
"Get out now. Don't even bother changing."
"Bitch, I'll fucking change if I want, who the fuck are you?" Kourtney and her bitchions (bitch minions) stared me down. Fuck you! I flipped them off and ran into the locker rooms, changed and the bell rang.. Yeah um fuck the office.
"I wasn't expecting to flip like that.."
"Me either, she's just fucking annoying and I hate her."
"One, you are correct about her being annoying,"
"As always,"
"Two, you don't really hate her. Hating a person is like hating your stepsister because she told your mom you smoked weed and you got grounded for the longest time."
"Yea I guess so."
"See I'm right too, like always."
"Whatever."
"Uh aren't you supposed to be in the office?"
"Aren't you supposed to be sucking your friend Luna's brothers dick?"
"Haha, at least I can get some."
"I'm not a fucking virgin."
"Okay so it was once in a life time thing.. Fucking loser."
I gasp, "Preps don't swear it's bad for their soul. Oh no now you have an excuse to go see her brother, he has to punish you. you are pathetic. I hope you don't get preg-o!" I said walking out and slamming the door.
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Wounded Not Defeated
Teen FictionLife's hard and there's always going to be at least one rocky shore on this earth or a gravel road that's extra bumpy. In other words, life is a struggle especially if you have obstacles that add on to the struggle. However, its all on you to decide...
