Thalia chopped it all off and dyed her hair, all her life Thalia had blonde hair everyone knew her for her long blonde hair, maybe now she’d cut it and dyed it she’d be a different Thalia, no longer aw poor Thalia whose boyfriend died in a motorcycle crash. No she was a new Thalia.
Well...she was new Thalia on the outside. But she still felt the same.
Thalia looked at her reflection and sighed a little disappointed, “Oh well, i’ll get used to it.” For some stupid reason in that moment she actually felt that changing her hair would make her feel different, like a new woman. But it didn’t.








