Looking into the mirror, I flipped my long, newly done black/blue hair over my shoulder. I just finished giving myself a haircut, one I knew my father wouldn't approve. In a spur of the moment, I decided I would add streaks in my hair as well. I just died it midnight blue/black, so why not add a bit of color? My phone started to flash on my bedside table. When I read the name on the screen, I smiled hugely. Perfect.
"Hey, Gem!" I said. My friend, Gemma, was the one who helped me with geting the hair dye and using the scissors to get my hair the way I wanted it, getting it perfectly done into the choppy layers.
"What's with the perky additude?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing... Hey, can you do me a favor?"
"What colors do you need?" She knew me so well.
"Red, brightish blue, and uh... emerald green."
"On it, you're lucky your like a sister!"
"I know! See ya in a bit!"
"Alright, but A is coming with me."
"Okay, see y'all in a bit, then!" A's real name is Angel. She's anything but, though. She hates her name, too, so we usually call her A. I sat in the room, waiting for them to arrive. A tap on my window soon cut off my impatient waiting. I opened the window, and Gemma and A crawled into my room.
"Your dad's here, isn't he?" A asked, a look of disgust on her face.
"Yup," I said with a hint of dejection. They rolled their eyes and groaned. A chesire smile spread across A's face, leaving me confused. Gemma soon had one on her face too, probably thinking the same thing as A. It wouldn't shock me. They always think alike.
"What?" I said.
"Hmm, nothing much... except for the perfect way to piss of our parents!" A said.
"Wait, our?" I asked.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, my dad came visit yours today. Do they have to be such great friends, gah!" she freaked. I immediately wanted to get the plan into the action. Our fathers had the exact same attitude. Rude, asshole-ish, snarky, and strict as hell.
"Wait, why did you crawl through the window then, and what's the plan?" I asked. The smirk spread across A's face again.
"Oh, I'm not supposed to be here considering I cursed out Tanner. The plan: we like them... they hate them... pieced it together yet?" I smirked and ran over to the laptop that held all of my precious music. The play button was sitting there, a golden ticket to drive my father insane. I eagerly pressed it and Blood on the Dance Floor's Ima Monster screamed out of the speakers... full volume. Right when we heard the scream, groan, and beating from downstairs, we fell out laughing. My stepmother, Theresa, stormed up the stairs.
"Will you kindly TURN THAT SHIT OFF!" she creamed over the music. We continued to dance and sing our lungs out, pretending to not hear her. She huffed and walked back down the stairs. We clearly heard her curse and scream about 'how pointless we were' and 'how we were screwing up our minds and lives listening to that shit.' Of course, to which we kindly responded to.
"YOU CUNT ASS WHORE!" A and I screamed down the stairs.
"What?" she said, outraged.
"Nothing! Obviously you're too deaf to hear, so why repeat it? BYE!" I smartly said back. Gemma fell down the stairs laughing, and A leaned against me for support. After a huge laughing fit, Gemma walked back up the stairs and pulled the dye out.
"Let's get started, shall we?" she said. She set the emerald green dye up first. Gemma quickly and precisely dip dyed the layer in the oddly colored dye and wrapped it in aluminum foil. Once the green dye was wiped off of the exposed side of the foil and the used gloves were removed, she desposed of the green dye, mixed the red, a layer of my hair was dropped by A, and Gemma dip dyed it. The process was completed until after the blue was put in my last layer. After the dye set for about 10-15 minutes, I washed out my hair. The colors were perfect!
"They're awesome!" I excitedly screamed.
"No, wait until you blow dry and straighten it to make sure. It may be a total screw up," A unenthusiastically said.
"Wow, thanks," Gemma and I said sarcastically.
"Bitch."
"Ass."
"Fucktard."
"Dumfuck!"
"COCK SUCKING, PUSSY LOVING, MOTHER FUCKING WHORE!"
"CUNT!" I finished, knowing she couldn't top that. A looked at me and we both started to laugh our asses off.
"Damn, you knew I couldn't top that. Whore," she said, wiping away a fake tear of laughter.
"Exactly. Love you!" I said back.
"Love you too, sis." A said. Gemma sat me in the chair and began to blow dry my hair. I sat still until she was done. It didn't take too long. A and Gemma gaped, so I expected the worst. "BITCH, YOU FABULOUS!" A shouted. "LANGUAGE!" my dad screamed.
"OOPS! SORRY!" A screamed back. "Not," she muttered for only us to hear. Gemma started laughing. I looked in the mirror and my hair was awesome. The way my layers were dip-dyed made it looke like there was a waterfall of colors.
"Hey. lets go somewhere," A said. "I'm bored of this place."
"So am I," I said. "Let's leave." I walked down the stairs. When I got halfway down, I ran back up. "Forgot my contacts!" I said. A was holding them out to me. "Thanks," I said. She nodded her head once. I placed them in and studied how I looked. My eyes were now a rave green color with a black rim around it. I smiled. We walked down the stairs. Completely forgetting that my dad would flip, I walked down, expecting normalcy. I didn't get it.
"WHAT DID YOU DO, ALEXANDRIA?!" he flipped. "For one, it's Alexx. For two, I dyed my hair. You like?" I said, being a total smartass.
"No, I do not like it! Where did those stupid contacts come from?" he screamed.
"Jeska got them for me. She's been getting me a new pair every Christmas!"
"Go take them out and dye your hair back this instant! I raised you better than that!"
"Actually, Jeska raised me. Oh, and this is what you get for being a controlling douchedick! Payback is a bitch, isn't it?"
"What did you say, young lady?!"
"I called you a douchedick, you fucker!"
"That's it, you're out! Don't come back!"
"Gladly!" I stomped upstairs and grabbed all of my stuff, shoving them in suitcases. I grabbed all of the pink, cutesy shirts that Theresa bought me. I stomped down the stairs and threw them at her. I stomped back up, A and Gemma following. They each grabbed a suitcase, and I grabbed the last one. We all went downstairs.
"Oh, Angel," she gritted her teeth.
"Yes, dad?" she hissed.
"She's not moving in with us. That's final," George said. We just walked out the door.
"Where am I going to live then?" I asked.
"Don't worry, you know Mom would let you move in!" A said in a 'duh' tone.
"Oh yeah! I forgot about Mom!" I said. Her mom, Violet, is awesome. A pulled out her phone and dialled mom's number.
"Hey, mom?" A said. "Good. Hey, I have a question?" "Well, Alexx got kicked out, so can she move in?" "He said no!" "I know, right! So dumb. He knows you love her and would let her move in... right?" "She can!? Mom, I love you!"
I grabbed the phone. "Really, I can!?"
"Yeah, of course! Your father's a dick and your stepmom's a whore. I was waiing for you to get kicked out 'cause you weren't their 'perfect child'. Now you can be my child! All I have to do is convince George, and you know that'll be easy."
"Love you so much!"
"Love you too! Now hurry up and get your ass here!" I hung up the phone after saying 'bye'. We piled my stuff into A's car and headed over to her house. This would be fun. _
I know I said I would focus on poems, but this has been in my head for a while. I'll update this every other Tuesday or Wednesday. I like this story and it's easy to get inspiration, so it'll be easy to write it. This is my first fanfiction, so please don't hate!
