A simple short one chapter Miranda POV story...
I own nothing cept what's rightfully mine..the list can go on for a long long time.
Summary: Miranda has a new obsession...the color pink.
Dizziness rushed through my mind as I spun around and around in the seat
at the hairdresser. I was so happy because I had discovered one of the
best things ever: the color pink.
I wasn't gonna become obsessed--yet. Well, I know I would
eventually become obsessed with such a vivid color, but as of now, It was
a naturally healthy likeness. I couldn't wait to show my friends what I
had done. I scampered out of Style America, and walked to the Home Depot
across the street. I kicked the gravel gleefully as I walked in. I grabbed
a cart and went to the paint section, breathing in a good amount of that
really nice wood chip smell.
I looked at the rows of paint, examining all the different shades of pink.
I looked at my new hair color--i'd like to call it...Pinkadotty pink. I
have three different shades of pink carefully dyed into my hair, and i
have pink nail polish. Ok, I'll admit it..I'm obsessed now. I became obsessed
the very minute I got out of that spinny seat that I love so much.
I finally got my selection and brought it to the counter. "I'd like to
mix this one to the right with the one right next to it, and I'd like to
see this one a little darker." I pointed to all three cans as I talked.
The woman at the counter had her blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun,
and a tag tightly pinned to her vest that read 'hello, my name is Angela!
How may I help you?' She started chewing her gum as she worked, gazing
at my hair, then my nails, then the paint cans. She blew a bubble...and
guess what color the gum was? PINK! I smiled, a little too big, causing
her to casually step back. She finished up the mixings and stuck those
wooden sticks and then showed me the colors. I clapped, happy with the
results, and sighed deeply. "Perfect!" I put the cans in the cart and went
to the carpet area.
After I found the perfect carpet, the perfect bed sheets, and everything
else to go in my room, I got into my jeep and sped away to Lizzie's house.
I wonder how she'll like it. After all, it's just a color. But, to me,
it was SO much more than that. It was the best thing ever, and I praise
the person that discovered it. I wonder how my mom will take it. I AM 16
years old, with a driver's license. Shouldn't I be able to make my own
decisions? I drove along the road to Lizzie's house, and I saw that the
Style Shack was having a closeout sale. I'll have to make a mental note
to take Liz there later.
***
I finally reached
Lizzie's house, and there was Gordo's car parked in the driveway. I walked
up to the door, and rang the doorbell. I waited and waited then rang it
again. Finally the door opened when a blonde head popped up. "MIRANDA!"
Lizzie dropped the glass of coke she had in her hand. She covered her mouth
with her hand and touched my hair. "You..you dyed your hair!" Gordo ran
to the door to see what was up. "Way to state the obvious, McGuire. I stepped
a little closer to the door. "Miranda, just one question: why?" Gordo would
not stop staring at my hair. "Calm down people..it's just a color." I didn't
have a mirror with me, but I think I may of looked a little defensive.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Lizzie stepped back so I could get
in. She grabbed my hand and examined my very pink nails. "Well..do you
hate it or what?" I was beginning to get impatient. "Well, it's different,
and It'll take awhile to get used to, but I guess it's ok" Lizzie glanced
at Gordo. "Yeah, what she said." Gordo pointed at Lizzie. So..do you two
want to go to the Digital Bean?" I suggested. "Umm..sure." Lizzie went
to the table and got her purse. Gordo thrusted his hands in his pockets,
He pulled out two 20 dollar bills. "Yeah, I've got cash." Gordo walked
out the door, stuffing his money back in his pockets. "Great I'll drive."
I got into the front seat of my car as Lizzie got on the other side and
Gordo sat in the back.
***
We got to
the Digital Bean, and from the second we walked in, everyone stopped and
looked at my hair. I gave them warning glances. We sat down at our usual
booth and the waitress came to get our orders. "What can I get you?" she
said not taking her eyes off my hair. That was it, I had had it. I stood
up taking deep breaths and screamed, louder than intended, "HASN'T ANYONE
SEEN SOMONE WITH PINK HAIR BEFORE???" I looked around the room. Everyone
was silent. Gordo's eyes were popping out as Lizzie's mouth popped open.
I noticed
the waitress standing there, and I talked a little lower than before. "Oh,
I'll have a pepsi." I sat down again, nervously laughing. Gordo's eyes
popped back in and Lizzie's mouth closed back up. Everyone went back to
what they were doing. Our drinks came and we started drinking.
"So
Miranda, how many flamingos did you kill to get that color?" I heard someone's
voice, and it wasn't Lizzie's, and it certainly wasn't Gordo's. I slightly
turned my head and saw Kate standing there, her 'posse' tagging behind.
"Go away Kate." I looked straight into her eyes. I wasn't really in the
mood for her crap right now. "Is that the best you can do, Sanchez?" Kate
moved her head closer, looking me in the eyes. "No, this is!" I punched
her.
Now, I will admit, I've never punched anyone before. But it felt good.
Except when the owners got involved. Kate went away, clutching her nose,
when the manager of the D.B. walked up. We had a talk...it began with 'Ms,
I don't know WHAT you were thinking, and it ended with 'you are hereby
banned from the Digital Bean.' He lead me out, as Lizzie and Gordo came
over to me. "What'd he say?" Gordo asked right away. "Well, I can't come
here anymore." I shrugged. This place was getting old anyways. "HE BANNED
YOU?" Lizzie, again stated the obvious. "Correct, Ms. McGuire." I said
as we all walked out. I turned my head just in time to see Kate and Claire
doing that hair flip high five thing. I sighed in disgust. What now?