She hated her life. She hated the fact that her sister had always been everybody's favorite. What was it that made her sister so much better than her? Jycella was almost exactly like her sister, hair color and personality aside. Was that why everybody loved her more? Because she was nicer? That was what Klay said. But deep down, Krystella didn't believe her only friend. She felt there was another reason; one that should have been of less importance. Blonds were so overrated. Redheads got some attention to. Brown hair was alright of course, brunets got attention every now and then but when she looked back at the cartoons she used to watch it wasn't often a brunet with her eye color would make a scene. They're gaining popularity but you never see one with such dark eyes. Blonds were another story; people would love them no matter what color their eyes were.
Only Klay seemed to like her the way she was, but she would have to wonder if he really did, before she heard him talking to her sister. That feeling she had was like nothing she had ever felt. Seeing him walk up to the blond filled her heart with fear. Up until then Krystella had felt some loyalty for her little twin sister. They didn't know for sure who was the youngest, but Jycella lived up to her hair color so Krystella felt like she had to be the oldest. It wasn't Jycella's fault she had that priceless hair color that made everybody stair as if an angle had entered the room. Sure, it wasn't her natural color, but it matched her personality better than it would Krystella's. At that moment she longed more than ever for whatever it was her sister had, stupidity and all. She wanted to get rid of her sister. She wanted to have Klay all to herself again. Fighting back tears, Krstella watched as the one person who accepted her walked up to that beloved blond and out of her life. Then she heard something that mended her broken heart, "What did you do to your hair? It looks like a bleached-out bird's nest!"
Klay liked her hair. He got upset when he thought she dyed it. It was so important to him that he was willing to start an argument with her, knowing he couldn't win. She had always hated her life, but then and there she realized it wasn't that bad. She may not have been popular, but in a way, she was loved.