Disclaimer: See Intro.
Warning: A little language
Summary: "Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, is it, for that reason, to be of no account?"- Jean Paul
A/N: Drabble with 300 words starting after the quote. From Penelope's POV.
Chapter 4: Penelope
"I'm not offended by all the dumb-blonde jokes because I'm not dumb. I'm also not blonde."
-Dolly Parton
First impressions are everything. And you don't get a second chance to make the first one. Looks can be deceiving. Change is good, and necessary. People are like onions, there are layers and layers beneath the skin. What you see, is not always what you get. You can't judge a book by it's cover. And why would you want to?
My natural black hair and pale skin made me look like a Goth before Goth was even popular. I hated it. It made me seem like I wasn't a fun person. I'm the most fun person I know. And you know this. When my parents died, my hair matched my mood. I was dark and dreary, sad and depressed. So I made a change. People always say blondes have more fun. Or is it that they are more fun? Anywho, going blonde was good. People who didn't know me assumed that I was a party girl (party = fun which I liked) but they also assumed that I was a party girl (party = boozer/druggie sex addict, which I didn't like). Others assumed that I was clueless. How dare they?
They have no idea that what I can do with a computer. I could turn (enter favorite/least favorite government initials here) on their ass. Did you ever see the movie "War Games"? Yeah, I could sooo start World War (enter number here). Yeah, I'm that good.
Brunettes are perceived to be reliable, dependable, even-tempered and intelligent. You know about blondes (I don't indentify with being dumb and clueless). Redheads are perceived to be feisty, opinionated, and seductive. After dying my hair red, I don't know which I like better. What people don't know is that I am all that no matter my hair color or even if I have hair.