Death by Social Suicide

Author:Karen Anne [Anne, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kat Daemon
Published: 2015-02-12T16:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-TWO

There was a twenty-four hour drugstore a few blocks from campus, I needed to get a few things before the magic of retreat weekend unfolded tomorrow. So, dragging my enormous portfolio, along with the weight of screwing things up with Erik, again, I headed over there.

I really didn’t have any arms left to carry a basket too, so I just tucked my products under my arms and chin, waddled over to the register, and thanked the campus gods that no one saw me looking like a homeless person in desperate need of a big shopping cart.

When I got home, I tossed my clothes and toiletries into a big black duffel bag along with my pledge book and what remained of my dignity. I didn’t really know who the girl in the mirror was anymore, but by the sight of her faded locks, she was in desperate need of a dye job. I changed into a smock, grabbed my hair color products and made my way into the girls’ bathroom. It was barely ten, and I knew I would have the bathroom all to myself. No one, except for the social rejects like me, stayed in on a Thursday night. It was the biggest night to go out. Plus, if you did stay in, you stayed in with the lights off in your dorm room, pretending you were out and about doing something fabulous.

Gloves on, I mixed the dye, screwing my nose up at its potent sting. Sectioning my hair, I began to apply, saturating every inch. I was pretty anal when it came to color processing.

Setting a timer on my phone for thirty-five minutes, I sat on the floor, not too close to the tiled wall, trying my best not to leave a trace of evidence behind. A few app games and trips to several websites later, the alarm announced my hair was ready. Wash, rinse, repeat. I looked in the mirror and saw how rich the color was. Already, I felt better.

Gathering up my supplies, I headed toward the door, but not before two giggling girls burst in. One brunette, one blonde. They were dressed in heels, short skirts and far too much makeup. Noticing the strong ammonia smell, the brunette looked at my wet hair and snapped, “Hey! You can’t dye your hair in here. It’s a communal bathroom.”

“Yeah, I know. But the thing is, I already did.” Laughing at their horrified expression, I walked out and back to my room. Yes, I was feeling a tad more like the old me. I could totally handle whatever Summer threw at me. I could handle anything—except Erik.

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