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Saoirse’s shriek echoes through the house.

Her hair. Her hair is ruined. This is all their fault. Cat, Cate, and Catee: they’d told her that she wouldn’t look good with blonde hair. She’s the wrong complexion, they’d said, and Saoirse had thought no way. So after school, she’d grabbed a box of bleach and a box of blonde dye and locked herself in the bathroom with them.

She’d never done it before, but she’d figured it would be easy enough, right? The box comes with instructions, and gloves, and she’d thought, it’ll be fine. She popped a plastic showercap on once the bleach was in and listened to music and painted her toenails while she waited.

Twenty minutes later, she’d rinsed it off, toweled it with a white towel — so she didn’t bleach the towel, see? — and looked in the mirror.

And screamed.

It isn’t that the bleach has burned her hair off like she’s seen on some suddengram videos. But it didn’t turn it the color the box said it should turn, either. No no. It’s gone and turned her hair green. Her beautiful, sleek black hair… Practically Grinch-green, and Saoirse’s going to be the laughingstock of Brynmor if she goes back looking like this!