It had taken a few days for it to finally hit her. The wig was gone, crumbled up and thrown into the trash. A huge gesture in the moment turning into shock as she stood there fully dressed in her uniform a week later and reaching for something that wasn’t there. So she stood frozen eyes locked on every lock of choppy white hair before her. It was hideous. Maybe not for the colour but the cut most definitely, short and long and sticking out all over the place. It never seemed important before when they cut away at the blindly bright hair, short little bits small enough not to be noticed as they were mixed up around in the garbage. Just enough came off to keep the wig flat on her head and the evidence clear. B e a u t y wasn’t the focus and now she had only the ugly mangled mess on her head left. Reaching upwards she tried to comb her hands through it, flattening it, braiding it, what she did not truly know. The one thing she did know however was that all she wanted in that moment was to crawl up into a little hole with her horribly imperfect hair and wait it out until it was once more long enough for her to do lovely things with it again. It had been quick work explaining her feelings to her Mom, her parents more than understanding why their daughter would wish to hide away with her hair like this although maybe not for the same reasons. They would call her in sick and she could take a mental health day but it left her with the task of lying to ZED. The one person who she was worried would see right through her, maybe it didn’t work the same over phones. Taking a deep breath she dialled and immediately began speaking keeping her voice a mix between rough and peppy.
“Hey Zed!” Already her voice cracked slightly but with a cough she tried to play it off. “So um--” Eyes tearing she could only be thankful he couldn’t see her thoughts of her hair playing on a loop in her head. “I’m sick, like super sick and my Mom called me in. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn’t be waiting around for me outside.”
