Chapter 15
Chapter 15
A perfect day, is it?
The next morning came and Roxanne felt more refreshed than ever. She jumped from her bed
energetically, yawning heavily as she stretched her hands. She smacked her lips as she inserted her
legs into her flip-flops and went straight to the bathroom.
This was the usual Roxanne, not the tardy one of the previous day. She hummed and moved her
body to a non-existent beat as she nodded her head systematically to a rhythm that played in her head.
“Baby don’t hurt me….No more…” She muttered melodiously, forgetting the rest of the lyrics and
just filling them up with mode humming sounds. She picked up her brush and paste as she laced the
former with the latter. Walking toward the wash, she took a gentle stride and turned to face the mirror
as she put the brush in her mouth ready to begin her morning routine. She smiled as she continued
humming, she had a good feeling about the day.
That feeling didn’t last one more second when she looked at the mirror in front of her.
Roxanne stopped dead in her tracks as she gazed upon the appalling sight that stared back at her
in the mirror.
Her hand fell immediately and she stopped brushing, her full attention was solely focused on the
image which reflected back to her.
Her hair… It had turned blue overnight!
For the first time all morning, she finally paid close attention to the hair which flowed from her head
and realised that it matched what she saw in the mirror.
“B-But how…? This doesn’t just ‘happen’. I just dyed this stuff last week.” She yelled to herself.
First, the first few strands of hair yesterday, and now this today. She initially paid no heed to the
few blue strands that first appeared, waving them off as coincidence. But this… How could this have
happened?
Even after she had woken up early and felt so great, this happens. Of course, she couldn’t take Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
such absurdly colored hair to school, she would have to dye it… Even if it meant being late for school!
Roxanne walked to school at a slow pace, glancing around her every few seconds to make sure
she was alone.
Her dark hair flowed naturally as the winter breeze blew at it. She had a winter cap on her head as
well as gloves, accompanied by a pink winter jacket and matching boots. Her pants were black, which
seemed to go well with her hair and the large buttons on her jacket.
For some reason, the weather was extra cold, unlike the previous day. Roxanne wondered why,
but she decided not to think much about it, instead, she needed to focus on more important matters.
As a great gust of winter wind blew, Roxanne quickly used both her hands to hold her cap while
the cold winds blew past her. Slowly, it subsided. She heaved a sigh of relief as she adjusted her cap to
make sure it was positioned correctly.
The reason she was so conscious about her cap wasn’t that she was worried about the cold or that
it would fly away. She was more concerned about her hair… It was a wig.
Realising that she didn’t have enough time to dye her hair and dry it, while still making it to
homeroom, she decided on the next best thing.
“A wig?” Melissa asked her daughter.
“Yeah… Do you have any that looks exactly like my hair, so it won’t be obvious that I’m using
one?” Roxanne asked.
“Will… There is this one I have. It looks exactly like yours, it even has the same texture. But…” Her
mom said with a funny look.
“It’s a bit too breezy… So you might want to use something to hold it together….”
“This is ridiculous” Roxanne muttered to herself as she dragged her feet to school.
What a good way to start her day. Some good feeling that was.
She passed the gate and walked into the hallway, heading for her locker in a hurry. The sooner
she got to class, the better.
“Roxyyyy!!!” A voice yelled out to her.
Betty? Again?