After being home alone watching home movies, I eventually went to bed, because I was also home alone for the rest of the night, sleep found me very quickly.
I was 14 years old, it was the day before I started high school, and I was trying on different outfits, because fuck it, I wanted to make a motherfucking good first impression, and I get to outfit #4, which was a dress and a pair of leggings, threw on some pumps and curled my hair, so I went to look into the mirror, and all I see is my Mom.
So I panicked and instead of talking to Dad about how much this bothered me, I decided to bleach my hair with Savy's bleach instead.
An hour later and I look completely different, but now that I was thinking rationally, Dad was going to be pissed, like uber pissed off at the fact that I decided to bleach my hair at 14 years old.
So I sat by the bathroom door, since I locked myself in trying to avoid Dad yelling at me, but that plan wasn't going to last for long since Dad knocked like 10 minutes later.
"Lou, you've been in there for well over an hour, what the hell is going on?"
"Do you really wanna know?"
"Have you done something stupid?"
"Depends on what you call stupid"
"It can't be much worse than talking through a locked door?"
"You'd be surprised what one would do to not look like somebody"
"Please tell me that you haven't bleached your hair"
"I can't tell you that Dad"
"Just tell me it's not turned out bright orange"
"I'm not that stupid!, I used toner to make it more blonde, though I'm kinda regretting it now since I look like I'm from Beverly Hills"
"Please open the door"
I opened the door, bracing myself to be yelled at, not that I would've blamed Dad if he did decide to yell at me for not thinking rationally about the decolorisation of my hair, but it never came.
"We need to talk about this"
I woke up to Savy screaming, so I go to her bed to see what's wrong.
"Savy, what's up?"
"Nothing"
"Don't lie, it makes you look stupid"
"Fine, I had a nightmare"
"Ok"