Prologue
"There is nothing that can bestow a greater sorrow, than the knowledge you'll be gone tomorrow."
The fear that had kept me hostage for three years fell to my feet with the loud 'snip' of new scissors. It landed without a sound alongside the growing pile of, what used to be, my dark brown hair. Eighteen years had been spent tending to it and patiently waiting for it to gently kiss the top of my jeans, but in the span of a minute all my waiting and fussing became wasted time. A large part of me wanted to curl up on the dirty linoleum floor and cry at the loss but logic kept my fingers moving. I couldn't afford to waste time on stupid indulgences so I placed a vacant look on my dirtied face and continued to destroy one of the last things I had left of my childhood.
Thirty minutes later the last clump fell to the floor. Bringing myself out of the robotic state I had pushed myself into I glanced to the floor and felt another twinge of pain. It wasn't just my childhood or three years of fear lying in a ring around my feet, it was my past and memories as well. I had to take a moment to keep my breathing steady before I put my past in the back of my mind and turned my attention to the box that held my future in it. I gently placed it on the edge of the beat up convenience store sink before slipping on the plastic gloves.
Blonde hair dye in hand I took one last look at my reflection, making sure I'd forever remember the shade of brown I had been born with, before I read the directions on the package.
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It was vacant in the convenience store, save for the cashier, when I took my leave. Although my appearance looked nothing like what it had two hours earlier I couldn't help but feel on edge and worried. Even as a child I had never dressed overly feminine so the feeling of a blue and white polka dot sundress brushing against my knees felt strange and hostile. Of course my inexperience of walking in espadrille wedge sandals didn't help ease my nerves either. But regardless of the discomfort I managed to play the part of a cheery customer. When I past the front counter I let a soft smile slip onto my lips and met the quickly widening eyes of the cashier. He seemed in shock to see me and I didn't need to read his mind to know he was trying to figure out how I had slipped inside without his knowing. Little did he realize that the brown-eyed brunette that had sauntered inside only two hours ago was the same girl as the blue-eyed blonde tentatively making her way out the glass doors.
If she had her way he'd never know the truth: no one would.
Sophia Moore was as good as dead.
Author's Note: I've had this idea for a while and I finally decided to write it. I am unsure if I should continue this or not but I'll give it a chapter or two more before I decide. Please let me know your thoughts! Am I heading in the right direction? Should I continue or not? Please know that I am going to do my best to keep it as close to the series as possible but there might be a few things that aren't quite a match. I want to make it as accurate as possible but I also want to make sure I have fun writing it.