Girls With Rebel Souls by Suzanne Young

Girls With Rebel Souls by Suzanne Young

Author:Suzanne Young [Young, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781534426214
Google: 5xzuDwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B08C1C2DPL
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2021-03-23T00:00:00+00:00


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The hair salon is small and mostly empty. There’s a strong scent of bleach in the air, a hint of coconut shampoo and hair spray. My feet hang above the floor as the stylist raises up the chair.

“Wow,” Stephanie, says, running her fingers through my long, dark hair. “A little tangled, but this is in really great shape. Do you deep condition? Is this your natural color?” She inspects my roots.

I’m staring at my reflection, a black plastic cape buttoned at my neck. The room smells like heat and toxic chemicals, but the hairdresser is sweet if not a little loud snapping her gum.

As Stephanie picks through my hair, pushing it this way and that, I try to imagine myself with a different look that won’t be so easy to recognize on first glance. But ultimately, I’m aware of our appearance. Annalise just shaved her entire head and ended up looking more beautiful. The girls and I were created very specifically to stand out in a crowd. A haircut won’t change this. No, this is to allow me to make my own decisions, one of many more to come. A goodbye to the girl I used to see in the mirror.

My preset appearance was long, dark hair, parted down the middle, straightened to perfection. Since leaving the academy, I stopped straightening it, but really, I look mostly the same. And as I stare at this familiar refection, I realize I crave a change too.

I tilt my head to one side, and then the other. I have a few subtle waves, but not curls, not like Sydney or Marcella. I slide my finger to create a deep part on one side, swinging my hair over. I smile.

“Cut it,” I tell Stephanie, measuring the length along my jaw.

“To there?” the girl asks, crinkling her nose. “But it’s sooo pretty.”

“It’ll still be pretty,” I tell her, and she presses her lips together firmly.

“You’re right,” she says, leaning in to grip my shoulders, meeting my gaze in the mirror like she’s the one encouraging me. “It’s going to look great.” She smiles, her nose ring glinting in the light. “Let’s get started.”

She turns me away from the mirror and starts combing through my hair, cutting it dry before ushering me to the sink. At one point I find Annalise sitting in the chair by the glass windows, thumbing through a magazine. When she looks at me, she offers me a thumbs-up.

Stephanie keeps me faced away as she trims my hair. I watch as the dark clips of hair fall to the floor, long and curling into little circles. Hairs falling over my tan skin and sticking there. I’ve never had my hair cut this much before—Leandra would only trim our hair at the academy. Now, I can feel a breeze on the back of my neck, and it’s oddly thrilling.

“Can I add a dash of lipstick?” Stephanie asks. “I have a color that will be perfect with this hair.” I smile and tell her sure, my pulse racing as I prepare to see my reflection.



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