Nicolette stared at her reflection, particularly lingering at the sight of her masses of wavy copper shaded hair. The mental debate had been raging now for some time. To cut, or not to cut? That was the question. "What's wrong Colette?" A soft voice asked, but she did not acknowledge the voice, she never acknowledged the voice.
"Colette?" This voice was different, this voice came from behind her, this voice was real. She turned to face her older brother, Jonah, his stern eyes staring at her with his brow furrowed. If it wasn't for the fact he was six years older and stood at least over a foot taller than her, people would assume they were twins. They both had the exact same copper hair, soft tanned complexion, high cheek bones, and subtle square shaped chins.
"What is taking you so long?"
"I'm thinking." She informed him as she turned back to look in the mirror. Now she stared back at her own gaze, into her own dark olive green colored hues. "I don't think I like my hair anymore."
Jonah laughed as he stepped forward into her room and stood beside where she sat at her vanity. "Well it's not like you can do much about it now." He insisted. "And you don't have the time to worry, you're going to be late." Jonah didn't stay long after that, leaving Nicolette to her thoughts as she returned to her debate despite Jonah's rush.
First she tied her hair in a low pony tail. Next she took a pair of scissors and cut just above the hair tie. She tossed the now removed hair off to the side and ran her fingers through what was left. Now her hair fell just to her shoulders, making it much more manageable. She tied a top layer up into a pony tail and braided her already side swept fringe up and out of her face, pulling it off to the side and clipping it in place. She dressed in a pair of comfortable dark green capri cut bottoms with black slip on shoes to match her favorite black V-neck top with the sleeves she kept rolled up to her elbows. Now she was ready.
Jonah hugged her outside, squeezing her body against his threatening to never let go. Nicolette knew she would miss him, knew she might regret leaving him, but it was something she knew she had to do. "Don't let them make fun of how short you are." He advised, laughing as he did.
"Why not, I let you get away with it, don't I?" She joked as she picked up her pack from the ground.
"Be careful Nicolette." Jonah instructed; he only used her full first name when he was trying to make a point. "I'll see you soon, ok?"
"Ok." She smiled softly up at him, "Maybe once I'm gone and you don't have anyone to cook for you, you might actually go find yourself a girl." Nicolette laughed as she started to walk away from Jonah; they both smiled at one another and waved before she headed further down the street, leaving home.