A girl who wouldn’t rest, but her rest is found in a funny way.
Imagine having a bad day, when everything goes wrong the way you didn’t think it would go. I knew that I was starting my high school year by tomorrow, but didn’t know how important that was. I woke up in the morning filled with my dog’s fur and he was the reason why I woke up so early. I went down stairs, it was a mess the whole kitchen was a big disaster, the fright was opened and food was all over. It took me more than 30min to clean it up so that I might have some time to prepare myself for school. I made lunch for my dad that he’ll eat at work and also for my mom. I woke my brother up so he can prepare himself for school too.
I just hoped my day wouldn’t get any worse from how it is now. Can you imagine this, my brother knew I was going to take a bath first then him, but he marched as fast as a mice just to get in the first and to cause problems with me. I went to the power carbine and switched of the hot water for some reason maybe because I was mad at him. When he felt that the water wasn’t hot he screamed and then rushed to the kitchen where I was and start shouting at me. I was just laughing, but suddenly he became angry, we started fighting like cats and dogs and my dog was watching so because he loved me more than my brother, he started barking at my brother. We then stopped fighting and that’s when he went back to the bathroom.
While I made breakfast my dog was just sitting down and watching me, so that’s when I knew he was hungry. I gave him all the pancakes that I have already made, but he wasn’t pleased I gave him dog food, but he refused. I was tired of all that. I had to do another breakfast and that’s when my dog King didn’t feel like eating and I had my breakfast peacefully. When I was done I had to choose out what kind of clothes I was going to wear. I had to do some decisions about my out looks. Weather to wear a french outfit called Bouton Rouge or an American outfit. After a while, it all went I choose the french outfit. I knew that I wasn’t ready for the high school thing.
My brother was done in the bathroom, so I went and took a bath. I wasn’t ready to go yet, I checked my mail and my friend wanted me to dye my hair just like her. So I had some time, to go to the store and get all the equipment. A lot has happened today. First of all my dog woke me up at 4:30 I thought, If I went back to bed I would probably wake up late so I had to go with it. I ran down to the block store, I could see cars on the drive way; probably people were going to work and students to school early. I bought every thing I wanted and went back home.
I had no choice, but to tell my brother to help me with the dying. I was surprised that he offered to help. I knew that he did it for some reason, which, I didn’t know about. I followed the instructions on the label and got some help from my brother. All the mixing thing went, I told my brother what to do; he then told me to close my eyes so that the acid won’t get in my eyes. I heard a plastic bottle sound, I tried to ask what it was, but He didn’t tell me. He started dying my hair. He didn’t let me look myself in the mirror, he told me he’d fix the style and all.
I was running out of time, I felt great getting a new hair color, which I haven’t seen yet, because my brother was the driver and the dyer. He said he didn’t have time, so we drove at school, I could see students walking to school and some being dropped by their parents. We arrived at school, OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!! Everybody was looking at me like I’m crazy funny in some way. I went to the office to get my schedule and the lady who was sitting and watching me couldn’t stop laughing. Down the hallway students and teachers were just looking at me. When I reached my first class every single person in there laughed. So I figured it out, my brother did something with my hair, so I started laughing at myself too as the rest was at me. The next day everyone including the principle had their hair dyed orange, blue, and purple.
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