A Story of Stories, a Truth Covering Truths

Well, I was your average teenager I guess. I was kind, I was on the fencing and soccer team, and I had just started track. I was in three different clubs, I was captain for the cheer team, I was in the writing and newspaper clubs as well. I was popular. 

My name is Blaire. I have long curly, fluffy blonde hair, always held in a ponytail or up in a bun. I kept it that way so it wouldn't be in my face. Today I stayed home. I told people I wasn't feeling well -which wasn't exactly a lie- and that I had to stay home. My parents left a few weeks ago and It'll still be two or three weeks until they're back.

I sighed, breathing shakily as I held the scissors to my hair. Today I cut my hair. I never liked being me. I hate being known as a girl who's captain of a cheer squad. I don't want to be known as the popular nice girl. I don't want to be known as some girl that's friends with everyone and throws parties with a ton of people to gain attention. I don't think I want to be known as a girl at all. 

I took a steady breath and closed the blades of the scissors. I heard a satisfying Shnhnhippp sound as a bit of my hair turned from elbow length to chin length. I looked in the mirror, it looked and felt so much better. I continued to cut the rest, gaining confidence. 

Once I finished cutting, I looked in the mirror. The blonde hair curled around the sides of my face and my curtain bangs framed my forehead down to my ears. I ran my fingers through my hair and smiled a little. "Perfect.." I muttered. I checked the time on my phone. 11:08 AM. Great, still 4 hours until anyone comes over. 

I ran to my room and started to find a good outfit to wear. I wanted to surprise a few of my good friends who knew about my plan to come over to see my new look. I knew that they would never judge me rudely for anything I did. I looked in my closet and brushed my hand along a pretty short pink dress. I made a sour face. "I'm so done with that girl." I thought to myself.