17.
SUGAR HIGHHHHHHH LOL
A deal is a deal, I'm not going to change it, I just didn't want Glo getting in all the vampire business yesterday. She was going overboard with it.
Butttt like I said a deal is a deal, UNFORTUNATELY, so I'm gonna have to have a birthday party if I wanna EVER become an immortal blood-sucker again.
Today is Thursday and I'm overloading my mouth with candy. You know, trying to get rid of the pain of being a human. Anyway some kid gave out A BUNCH of candy yesterday at the end of lunch and I tried some and I love it so I bought like 5 huge bags of my own. I don't have any homework so...
This stuff really works.
Suddenly, I become really woozy and start acting like I've probably never acted before.
Like a human.
Next thing I know, I'm blasting pop-rock music as loud as I can into my headphones and screaming along with it. All the bad words and very high notes I can't reach.
So this is what they call a sugar high.
WELL GUESS WHAT??????????????????????????????????????????????????????
I'M VERY HYPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I run out the door, only grabbing my phone and the headphones (still playing the music of course). Oh, and also my wallet. All I tell my mom is "MOM I'M GOING OUT" and leave before she protests. Because WHO CARES if I die right now? If I stay human? If anything at all happens?
"Might as well make this interesting" I whisper to myself while flashing pictures of every person I saw the past few days in my head.
I really don't know where to go and honestly don't care. So I hit the first place an average high school teen human girl would - the mall.
I never personally liked it - too much bright clothing, fashion trends, and all that useless stuff. Which makes no sense, because no one ever wears bright clothes. I take my bike there, because it's pretty close and I can't drive yet. Yet. Well, I CAN, but laws are laws after all so I'm not allowed to.
Little did I know my wallet would be completely empty and my debit card all wasted when I got home.
I hit possibly every store I could that had those bright colors I just mentioned.
Let me just tell you I do not look gothic and vampirey anymore. At all.
Never taking off my headphones that are making my ears hurt, I fall in love with neons. Neon yellow is one often met in my closet now.
It's getting late so I head home. My mom probably would get mad if I didn't.
When I get home, I start thinking about the party I actually have to have. Where am I going to hold it? I do some research and find a place where you could rent a big room with a DJ and there's an arcade, laser tag, and all that stuff. Perfect.
Glo would be so proud of me. Isn't it ironic?
Krystal dyed her hair blue. Completely blue. All of it.
It's the next day and I'm at school, and dressed not like I usually am. I am wearing neon yellow SHORT shorts, which I would probably get in trouble for wearing, but it's the first week of school after all (so they don't enforce the rules as hard), and a pastel tie-dye cropped tee with a navy blue tank top underneath it. You should've seen Gloria's face when she saw me.
Anyway, Krystal's hair is blue! It's blue! BLUE. And not the wash-out-with-shampoo-blue, it's demi-permanent, meaning it lasts for like half a year or more.
She says she would've done it completely permanent, but she couldn't find FOREVER and ever and ever PERMANENT dye. She also says as soon as it fades, she's doing it again.
Actually, it looks pretty cool with her blue eyes and cool-colored skin. Now she really looks like her name.
It's actually only the beginning of school. Gloria and I are walking to homeroom.
This is a recap of what happened when I noticed Krystal's hair:
Me: OHMYGOSH your hair…
Krystal: Yeah it's blue.
Glo: Does it wash out?
Krystal: No *LOL*
Me: Well it looks cool.
After she left, Gloria admitted she thought Krystal shouldn't have done that. It's way too extreme!
Or is it?
I mean, it's not going to look good on ME in any shape or form. OR Glo. Or Mel and Emily and most people here.
But throughout the day, I can't help having this weird feeling that I don't know how to describe. Like I know something I don't. Like I want her hair but I don't. I know, it's strange.
I look at my hair. I never really thought about it until now. It's a lighter shade of brown than before - still dark - just not AS dark. It used to be pin straight and almost impossible to curl. Now it's semi-straight, meaning it's still straight, but very easy to curl or wave. It was waist long before, and it still is, but I see some split ends starting to form. I need a trim. Oh well, I think there's a salon near us where I could get that done. And in the back of my mind, I know there's a reason why I don't wanna trim it at home.
Today we actually do work in class, but just review from middle school. BORING, considering when I learned it I had a vampire brain with perfect memory. It was so easy.
At lunch, nothing much happened. I told Gloria about my birthday party and Em was happy for me. Krystal and Mel were nowhere to be seen once again.
After school, I call my mom immediately to tell her I am going somewhere and to pick me up at the salon only 10 minutes away from the school. Gloria gives me a weird look and said "You're not dying your hair blue, are you?"
"No, of course not," I answered, "I just need a trim," I show her my split ends.
"Oh," Glo says thinking it over, "CAN I COME WITH YOU?" She exclaimed, beaming.
"Um, I'd rather you not."
"WHYYYYY??? PLEASE!!!"
What do I have to lose? "Fine."
Now, after SHE calls HER mom it takes a lot of explaining, but unfortunately she still goes with me. Her mom for some reason thought Glo was going to get a rebel haircut or dyed it blue or something. Like Krystal. Which makes no sense, since Glo's hair is already very red and that's pretty bright. Probably as bright as Krystal's blue.
"Um, hello…" I say shyly when we get to the Hair Salon.
"HI AND WELCOME TO HAIR CUTTERY, HOW MAY I HELP YOU TODAY?" Well someone had a bowl of sugar for breakfast. The hairdresser better not ruin my hair, she seems very hyper. She looks like she's about 20, very young, with an ombre and loose curls that reach almost the middle of her back.
"Umm well--"
"Are both of you getting your hair done?" She interrupts. I notice her name tag, which spells out Nikki in a pretty font.
"NO," screams Gloria. I give her a weird look, like CALM DOWN.
CALM YO BUNS.
"You sit here," Nikki tells me while pointing to a chair in front of her, "Since there's no one here right now, you can sit in the chair next to her, but if we get more customers, you will be asked to move to the waiting area," she informs Glo, "By the way, I LOVE your red hair. Did you dye it?"
Glo is just about to say no, but I give her yet another look 'just say yes, no one's gonna believe it's naturally cherry red.'
"Um, YES," Glo tells the Nikki.
"So, what do you want?" The hairdresser asks me.
"Just a trim and a wash," I say, unsurely looking at Gloria from the edge of my eye.
"Alright, then--"
"ACTUALLY," I cut her off, "I also want to get streaks. In different colors. Yellow, green, and lavender purple."
Glo bugs her eyes out and stares at me. It's just streaks, it's not like I dyed my hair blue."
"Okay, then wait up here," Nikki says going to get the dye.
"You're getting streaks?! That's so extreme."
"Not really. It's just streaks, after all."
"True."
"Yeah…"
When Nikki comes back she tells me since my hair is dark, she will have to bleach it first. Knew that. An hour later, I come out with AWESOME hair, and no money, since I literally spent my last penny.
Gloria looks at me judging my hair. But then, she smiles widely and starts singing "FANNY DID SOMETHING HUMAN, FANNY DID SOMETHING HUMAN, FANNY DID SOMETHING HUMAN…"
"Dude SHUSH what if someone hears you?!"
"There's not a single soul in sight," she calms me down, "You look like a different person. Bright clothes, bright hair, what's next?"
"Yeah I guess that's what being human does to you," I sigh, "You look like a whole different person, too. RED hair, GREEN eyes, and BLACK clothes."
"And whose fault is that again?"
"Oh YOU'RE ENJOYING IT, don't lie."
She just smirks. And then does something weird.
Glo runs around in vampire super speed, screaming "WATCH THIS SUCKER!" on the top of her lungs.
I just realized one important detail.
How is Glo not hungry?
When I ask her that, she says Exar gave her a bunch of blood bottles (yes, I know that sounds disturbing) before she left a couple of days ago. She keeps them hidden under her bed.
Weirdo, she doesn't even know how to hunt. WHAT KIND OF VAMPIRE IS THAT?
"Go hunt."
"What?"
"Hunt. You know, suck people's blood."
"I know, I'm not stupid. I CAN'T."
"Do it today. Sneak out of your house."
"THAT'S CRAZY, Fanny! I'm not doing that."
I sigh. Fine, be that way.
Before I can say anything else, I see my mom's car. She's supposed to drive Gloria to her house, so we both get in. Fortunately, Glo's house is pretty close to ours so we don't have to do much driving.
"You got streaks," my mom says.
"Yes… I did," I answer.
This is why I got the colors I did in my hair: the lavender, because it was mentioned in the song I listened when I was on a sugar high; green, because the person who sings ANOTHER song I heard when I was on a sugar high has green streaks; and yellow, because, well, I like yellow.
Man I love yellow. |
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