"Becoming..."
By: Izabela
Site: http://something-blind.tk
eMAIL: somethingblind@yahoo.com
Distribution: Sure, just ask me first
Feedback: Yes, please! Flames welcome.
A/N: I do not own Degrassi, or any of the characters.
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I found a replacment razor for our card-board cutter. **A/N: I know it's called a razor, but that would sound stupid.** I started to hack off all my hair. I just pulled it up into a ponytail, then cut, and cut, and cut. Pretty soon, it was all uneaven and short. I grabbed some gel off my dresser, and put it in my hair to spike it up.
"OMIGOD. WHY did I just do that?!" I thought. Then, as I looked in the mirror once again, I decided I liked it. No, I loved it. It seemed so me. Like I'd just discovered a part of myself I didn't know existed. I began to dig through my makeup case. I found some black eyeliner, and put that on. I then found grey liquid eyeshadow. I put that on heavily, and then some deep purple lipliner with light purple lipgloss.
Satified with my makeup, I began to root through my closet for clothes. I found the black lace shirt and tank top set, and put them on, tak on top. Then I found a long black skirt, and some black boots. When I finished lacing them up, I transfered all my books to my black backpack. It was still summertime out, so I didn't grab a coat. I walked downstair, and heard a not-so-subtle clank as Toby fropped his spoon back into his cereal bowl.
"Ash?" My mom asked.
"Yeah?"
"When did you get your hair cut?"
"I did it this morning." I replied, matter-of-factly.
"I like it."
"ARE YOU JOKING?!" Toby yelled. "SHE LOOKS LIKE A FREAK!"
"Thanks, Toby." I said. I turned to my mom.
"Lunch money?" She asked, knowingly. I nodded, and she handed me my money.
Thanks, mom." I said bye to her then, "See you at school, Toby!" As I headed out the door.
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I finally saw someone who might talk to me as I headed down the hall. "Ellie?" I asked, not sure she'd talk to me.
"Ashley?" She asked.
"Yeah, it's me."
"You look good." She said, truthfully.
"Thanks." I said, smiling.
We walked to class together, and I realized I might actually have a real best friend here. Life was getting good. I was myself, finally. And I'd met Ellie. My life really was really picking up.