Bella: I walk through the door the rooms are all dark I drop my back by the door and head upstairs I look at the wall as I climb up the stairs to my room I see photos of holidays photos from school picture days. Picture day is tomorrow I hope my mother forgets about picture day. I don't want to fake a smile wearing another floral or pink puffy dress that looks like a unicorn barf all over it. I finally reach the top of the stairs I look over my shoulder it would be easy to fall off I think. I rush to my room and shut the door. I go over to my Mirror and look at myself with my long brown hair I look at my desk and see scissors I grab them look at my hair and cut I watch the hair slowly fall the the ground I keep cutting until it's ear length. I look at the mirror again and smile I quickly wipe off the smile. What the hell did I do my mom is going to kill me I gather up all the hair and toss it in my trash. I go to my bed and just sleep.
Alarm- "beep beep"
Bella: ugh time to get up already" I look over at the clock it's 5 am great time to get ready for school. I don't bother taking a shower I don't have the energy I throw my clothing a black vans hoodie some black jeans and red and black converse on and pack my backpack and head downstairs.
Bella's mom:"Oh my dear what happened to you who did this to you"
Bella: "Did what?"
Bella's mom: "Cut your gorgeous hair off"
Bella: fuck so that wasn't a dream
Bella's mom: child I'm waiting who did this to you
Bella: "some boy I don't know he got mad I spilled his Gatorade by accident"
Bella's mom: "we'll I'm calling the school this is so uncalled for"
Bella: "I wasn't at school I was at the park I don't think he goes to my school never seen him before" I say quickly I'm good at lies by now
Bella's mom: "Well you can't take your picture looking like this I'll call the school and tell them your going to be doing picture retake in 3 months and really you have to be wearing a hoodie.
Bella: "Ok well I got to go to school"
Bella's mom: "Dear run upstairs make that mop look a little better"
Bella: "Ok" I got back upstairs to my bedroom and I fluff my hair up I have some curls in my hair my hair being shorter makes them more defined I finish run downstairs and head out the door to my car. I'm driving to school and all and I can't stop looking at the mirror I love my new hair I like what my reflection shows for once in my life I don't want to puke about what I see.
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General FictionWhen high-school Junior Bella Harris Joins a GSA as she is the "Token cis straight friend" in her group of all the flavors of the lgbtq will she be feel comfortable enough to come to the terms of who she really is even though her people connected...
