Chapter 8
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"It's about time,"
Luna noticed as we sat in the middle of the bedroom floor. I just cut a big pile of pink gum that someone got at some point in the day out of her hair. I hardened it with peanut butter and carefully unwrapped it. The debate has been going on for months.
“Yes, red,” we confirmed, staring at the hair color box between us. I didn't say anything when he stopped coming to band rehearsals or when she started stealing cigarettes from her mother's purse, but I have to say it before it's too late.
"Luna, did you notice that it's really, really red?" I asked, looking at the girl with the box.
"Cranberries," she corrected, carefully taking her box in both hands and examining her photograph.
"Do you think you can be short like this girl?" she asked me.
"I'm sick of my long hair. What do you call shoes?"
That's true. For as long as I can remember, she had the same long brown hair that hung down the middle of her back. "Should it be like this now?"
"Because if you wait three more weeks, it will be summer, and if it doesn't work again...".
"No," she interrupted.
"That's why I have no more reason to be tonight and I can't go on with this for another year. I can't stand 3 more weeks of this. I can't stand a day of this crap!" she said. I almost cried.
"But what if..."
"Mia, stop. you should help me ”
“Just wondering, do you really think dyes make a difference?”
"Yes, it changes me." she peeled the lid off the box and began taking out the contents one by one.
"Why is there anything but gum just now?" That was the question I had been waiting for months.
"What about the rest? Every day for years, I had a silly name, gum in my hair and a 'loser' tag on my back. I am very much looking forward to it," she said in a voice.
She was holding back her tears that she was holding back.
"I know." And I know. understood. she understands it, it has to be and I understand why.
"Let's do it," she said, handing me a pair of scissors. I receive scissors from her like a best friend.
"You know you have no idea what I'm doing, do you?" I asked, her hair falling to the floor.
"It's okay, I believe you," she said, closing her eyes.
"No, no," I said with a laugh. she laughs
"Can I ask you one thing, can you promise not to get angry?" I begin with a word of caution. she opens her eyes and looks at me.
“It’s not about Waylen, is it? Because he’s supposed to like you for who you are. If you did, it would be different..."
But he stops me.
"Mia, no." she is calm and not angry at all. she speaks softly and explains:
"Yes, I like him, but I'm not trying to be like him. He's just trying to be himself. Like who I really am. If that makes sense." she says Laugh, I don't even have to think about it - I know exactly how he feels. "Of course it is, luna"
"OK."
And she closes her eyes again, and cutting and dyeing her hair is the most relaxing thing in the world to me. Silence for a moment.
"Can I ask you something else?" I finally broke the silence. "yes."
"Aren't you going back to the band?"
"no."
"I thought so." she turned and looked at me. "Sorry Eddie. I'm not anymore. I'm interested in other things now."
I try to take it lightly, saying,
"It's okay, I just missed my usual partner," but it's really sad.
"You know, I always get hit by some f*****g stinky woman, don't I?" I say to her, ruffling her hair color she is smiling "forgiveness. Just hold your breath! ”
"I have to breathe somehow to play!"
"Really," she admitted with a laugh. I start blending the mixture section by section of her hair, trying to get it as clean as possible. "So what is it good for?"
"I don't know. I'm starting art classes next year. I know what you're saying, but this isn't about Waylen."
"But as I became friends with him, I realized that I wanted to try new things."
I didn't know luna was interested in the art world, but I was. increase.
“Do I look strong?” Looking at myself in the mirror. I also studied her reflection.
"You... look like a completely different person," I told her, feeling half admiration and half jealousy. she walked past me to the window and opened it. Then she took a cigarette and a lighter out of a jewelry box in her desk drawer, She carefully observes herself in her mirror as she holds it to her metal-free mouth.
"I look bad, don't I?" she asks.
"I'm like a w***e," she said slowly, her smile perfectly straight.
"So you want to look like a w***e?" I laughed. "Maybe you don't know. Why not?" she shrugged.
"I reinvented myself. 'Everyone else can change.' I know what he really means by 'everyone' is his parents — they can change your thoughts, can change your life.”
"I think so." To be honest, the idea of reinventing yourself sounds pretty tempting, so I can't protest too much. But I don't know what I want to be.
"I don't care what anyone thinks of me, unless they think so, I just sit back and take it!"
"I'm tired of being swayed and treated What I mean is nonsense, right?”
she looks at me from the mirror. I won't lie You can't even admit the truth. So I say nothing. Instead, I go over to her and take a cigarette out of the box. I put it between my lips. luna says nothing. she just smiles. she carefully lifted the lighter and let me light it. she takes a breath And I ended up choking on horrible chemicals. We laugh while I cough and gasp for air.
"Very annoying!" she said at a loss for my words. But still I reapply it on my lips.
"Don't breathe so deeply this time," she said with a laugh. I'm not going to. And this time I will not choke. When I saw luna looking at me, I thought maybe I could change too. Maybe you can become someone you can really relate to. I take off my glasses, put them back on and stare at luna.
"seriously, What do you think? Need to bring your contact information?”
"Absolutely!" she brushed the hair off my face as she held a cigarette in her mouth.
You can do it,"" she told me, her words choked with smoke. "Is it me?" I asked him, but I have no idea what she was saying. My hair only contacts. Or all.
"If you stop hiding, you will be very attractive and you will be very beautiful."
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes, Mia. I know that."
I smile again, running chemicals through my mind, imagining what I could be and what I could be.
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