-1This was inspired by Maxie's recent change in hair color. One has to wonder, did they darken her hair because she is supposedly the sinister blonde one? Please. Enough of that spouting Spinelli. Lulu is no angel.
I also apologize for how short this story is. I still think it gets the point across though.
Melancholic eyes the color of a summer sky stare straight ahead, transfixed by the stranger before them. The stranger looked so calm, so cool, so put together. Sexy chin length layers the color of melted caramel framed a face that could be either sweet or saucy, depending on the mood of the girl it graced. At the moment she looked neither. The melancholy haunted more than just her eyes.
"It's just hair," Maxie said, her tone rather matter of fact. "And change is good. Change is wonderful. I love change." Her voice sounded a bit too peppy, as though she was forcing herself to believe the words coming across of her candy apple red lips. In way, she was. She was forcing herself to embrace change, because change was good, change was wonderful; even when it felt like neither of those things. She needed the change. God, how she needed the change.
Moving away from the mirror, Maxie crosses her arms, staring at the selection of clothing she had dumped on her bed. All impulse buys at some point in time. Chewing her lips, mindful that she would have to check her teeth for lipstick, she narrows her eyes and snatches up the first shirt she comes across. A plain white fitted tunic style t-shirt with the word Hello in large letters written across the front and wrapping around the back. It had looked uber cute on the store mannequin with a pair of skinny dark jeans, pointy toed flats, and several layers of silver chains. She had bought, with the intention of copying the same look. Once she had the shirt home she changed her mind. The shirt had hung in the back of the closet ever since. Along with the rest of the clothing on her bed. None of it was really her usual style, just random garments that had caught her fancy.
She let's out a sigh, tugging the red cap sleeved top she had worn to the salon over her head. She tosses it carelessly in the corner with the rest of her dirty clothes. The white top with the muted gold writing slides over her head. She smoothes it down her body, her hands lingering on the hem. It didn't feel right. It didn't feel like her. Shaking her head, she let's out another sigh, this one louder than the other.
Her gaze is drawn back to the mirror, back to the stranger that was her. Change was good. Change was wonderful. Change…she had to change. Even if she became someone she didn't know.