"Do you think we tolerate this type of behaviour here? Do you Tiffany?" Mr Johnson barked. His deep voice echoed the room. He was the schools headmaster.
I closed my eyes as a new wave of spit hit my face.
Gross.
Now you're probably wondering why I was in this position? And I'm obviously about to tell you.
"Done!" Jennifer Trevel squealed with her thick cockney accent as she wrapped a towel around my head. I couldn't help the grin spread on my face.
I'd decided that I needed a new hair colour, and being the trend setter I am, I settled with dark red. Though I wasn't quite happy knowing Jennifer would be the one to dye my hair, she's a bit of a bimbo. She's very petite, with blonde hair and blue eyes. But hey, she's my best friend and I gave her clear instructions, which even a 7 year old could follow. Meaning a 16 year old definitely could.
"Great! I texted everyone to meet in the common room at 5 o'clock so we can all see the outcome of my hair at the same time, which I'm sure will be marvellous," I smiled. I'd previously had blonde/brown hair, but that had gotten boring. I like to stand out and having red hair like Rihanna would definitely do that.
I'd been going to London's Boarding School for the Talented for 5 years, studying drama and music. As soon as I arrived I had gotten so much attention, probably because of my drop dead good looks; kidding. I don't think I'm very pretty, but others beg to differ. Oh well, I didn't mind, who doesn't love attention?
"C'mon Tiffany!" Jennifer shouted as I snapped out of my daydreams. "You've been standing there for like 5 minutes doing nothing... Everyone's waiting, its 5:01, and you know you've got to be punctual!" I rolled my eyes, being a couple of minutes late wouldn't hurt anyone.
She grabbed onto my hand and started tugging me out of the dorm, and down the corridor. I quickly held onto the towel on my head before it fell off.
We arrived at the common room five minutes later. Most people were talking, watching football on the 50inch Plasma or playing table tennis and pool.
Jennifer loudly cleared her throat and silence filled the room.
"Are you guys ready to see Tiffany's new hair!?" she screamed. There was a chorus of 'yes' and 'of course' from the crowd of teens and when everything went silent I did however hear someone say no. Heidi Simmons, the baby prostitute, walked out of the crowd to stand in front of me. She was dark skinned and curvy, with very long hair which clearly wasn't real. She was wearing a yellow crop top, with a very short denim skirt.
"What makes you so special, that you'd think we'd all be interested in seeing your new hair style?" she sneered.
"She's fit!' someone shouted and several people agreed. I blushed.
"Well then, let's see this amazing creation!" she said, and I'm sure everyone caught onto the sarcasm.
Before I had time to react, she quickly pulled the towel off my head. There was a sudden gasp from everyone in the room. Heidi's expression turned into one of pure shock and I couldn't help the smug smile appear on my face.
"Does it look that good?" I asked curiously the smile growing wider on my face.
"Well it definitely came out much worse than I imagined..." Heidi muttered. My smile quickly turned into a frown, wondering what she could possibly mean by that.
I turned to Jennifer, surprised by the mortified expression on her face.
"Is it bad?" I whispered as panic began to rise in me."I'm not bald am I?..." She nodded then shook her head. Well then, if I wasn't bald, what could possibly be the problem? I turned to look at everyone else, and they all looked just as stunned.
The silence was soon broken by someone shouting out something.
"GREEN!" they shouted again, and soon people started to join in.
Every emotion was whipped off my face. This could not be happening. I slowly walked to the mirror, which was on the opposite side of the room. I silently hoped that my prediction for everyone's shock and chanting was not true. As I turned to face the mirror, a small gasp escaped my lips. Anger began to boil inside of me. My hair! My amazing hair! It was now green. Green
Green
I turned back around to face everyone, though they all tried their best not to look me in the eye. I let out a shaky breath, and turned my attention to Jennifer, who I must say, looked extremely petrified. I slowly began to walk towards her, and she began to step backwards. I couldn't contain my anger anymore.
"YOU BITCH!" I screamed as I sprinted towards her. She had no time to react as I lunged at her, and pinned her to the floor.
"HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?"
"It was an accident!" she yelped.
"HOW CAN SOMEONE POSSIBLY DYE SOMEONES HAIR GREEN BY ACCIDENT?"
"I don't know!" she cried, struggling to get out of my hold.
"It wasn't her fault," someone said in a bored tone. I looked up to see Heidi staring at me in a nonchalant manner.
"What do you mean by it wasn't her fault?" I said finally releasing Jennifer off my grip and standing up.
"Well, I managed to get into your room last night, you really should lock the door. I changed your hair dye from red to green as a joke; I didn't think it would come out like this... I'd have thought your friend would have the common sense to look at the colour of the dye, before putting it on your head!" Heidi laughed. She did have a point there. However Jennifer is an idiot at times, so I'm not really surprised.
"I'm sorry Tiff!" Jennifer whispered. I scowled at her.
"And you know, that dye doesn't wash off for at least three weeks..." she continued. Laughter began to erupt in the room.
"What did I do to deserve this?" I asked, clenching my fist.
"You're the biggest slag I've ever seen."
"Really?" I asked raising my eyebrow and sarcasm in my voice. I'm definitely not a slag, and most definitely not the biggest one she's seen. Because I'm pretty sure she's seen herself in the mirror. Not to mention all her followers have whore written all over them.
"Well, Britney has shagged about 10 different boys this month already, and it's only the 16th of July..." she admitted.
"Hey!" a whiny voice shouted.
"Shut up Brit. I just don't like you Tiffany, Okay?" Heidi snapped.
Woah, she's got issues.
But her not liking me, definitely didn't give her the right to dye my hair green.
My body began to shake in anger...
So, I kicked her in the groin, and she groaned in pain. And they say it only hurts boys.
I viciously grabbed onto her hair, surprisingly pulling away clumps of it. You'd think she'd have gotten better extensions...
"No one and I mean no one, messes with the weave..."Heidi growled.
Everything lost control from there.
She yanked my hair.
I scratched her.
She stomped on my foot.
I punched her.
While we were attacking each other, people were taking pictures, video recording us and even chanting, as if this was an official wrestling match.
She poked me.
I pushed her into a bookcase.
She spat on my face.
Oh...
Have you ever been spat in the face before? It's the most disgusting and vile thing anyone could do to you.
So, I did what any Kung Fu Panda fan would have done.
I kicked her in the face.
"Ouch!" she squealed as blood began to drip down her nose.
Oops. Well, re-watching that film over and over again sure paid off.
"You fucking broke my nose!" she cried.
That's the exact moment when Mr Johnson decides to walk in. I have to say, I did look pretty suspicious seeing as I had my fist clenched, ready to hit Heidi again.
"What is going on here?" he bellowed.
"She broke my nose!" Heidi whined as I rolled my eyes. Some people really know how to exaggerate.
"Both of you, my office, now," he said firmly.
That's why I was sitting in his office, with him spraying his spit on me, as if his mouth was a water gun.
Fun.
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