Christana sat in front of her mirror, her eyes wide in shock as she looked at her hair. Her red hair was parted in the middle as she was previously brushing it before she saw the blue in her hair
This reflection that was facing her in the mirror made her hand stop midair.
The very bottom of the roots of her hair were a dull blue color. It was not easily visible, however, when her hair was parted in the middle, one could easily see the small length of blue hair.
Christana's hand trembled and she dropped the brush she was holding in her hand.
Her palm fell to her lips as she chocked in a sob.
The first person she thought to turn to was her elder brother. He would definitely know what was wrong with her. Why was her hair growing blue instead of red? He would know. He would definitely know.
Christana pushed her chair back and walked up to the door. When she reached the door, she paused, her hand holding the door handle.
