Gosh I make so many mistakes. Stupid auto correct. Y u no let me type at own pace.? Then u change all my words.
Once I got in the bathroom I threw open my closet door. “I though I had some red hair dye in here still” I though, rummaging through my closet. "Oh here it is." I said out loud. "CAMI!!" "Yes?" Replied my maid. She must have been standing there the whole time I thought, feeling my face flare red. "Oh. You're right there. Can you help my dye my hair? I lost a bet." I said, quickly trying to make up a lie and not look awkward. "Pumpkin, you did not lose no bet." She said, putting her hands on her hips. "But oh well. I can't very well say no. You crazy teens." "Cami, I'm not five anymore. I already told you to stop calling me pumpkin. I'm 17." I said. "And can you grab the stool from be hind the door? And my brush." "Where's your brush?" she asked, putting the stool in front of me. "Counter. It should just be right there." I said, acting like I was reading the box. "Oh Cami, you need gloves." "Here," she said handing me the brush. "You start while I go get some gloves." "Okay. Fine with me." I said but I don't think she heard it, she was already halfway out of the bathroom. ࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂ After my hair was dyed I just stared at my self in the mirror for about ten minutes. "Woah..." I said touching my hair. "Hey Cami, can you grab my straightener? It's in the closet." I said, pointing at the closet but still looking at myself. "Here ya go," Cami said after a while of rummaging through my closet. My hair wasn't going to have another twist, curl, bend, or wave. Never again.
"Dad! I'm going out!" I shouted to my dad before walking out the door. "Why do you have a hat on?" He asked from the kitchen. "Reasons..." I said. “At least he doesn't know about the throwing knives.” I thought. "Okay, well have fun" He said. "Will do," I said with a grin. ࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂࿂ “I remember Sally talking to some friends about them going to the park today. Maybe I'll start there. Maybe some guy will think differently about me because of my hair, the fact that I'm wearing my mom's black leather heal boots, her black jumpsuit, and a leather jacket. Once I take this hat off, Bingo.” I thought with a wicked grin on my face. I walked for a while. I rarely go out so I had to walk around for awhile, listening to the ' click click click click' of my mother's boots as I walked, just to find the park. "**** IT!" I hissed. “I forgot to use something to cover my freckles. ****” I thought. Finally. The park. Just in time too.