Eryn POV
After waiting hour after hour, the stylist finally turns me around in the chair. I keep my eyes closed tight. I am afraid of what I will see when I open them. My hair has been bleached, dyed, and chopped. Then make-up was caked on my face. I do not have high hopes for what I look like.
"Open your eyes," Cassie urges me.
Opening one eye at a time, I let my eyes focus on the mirror before me. I do not recognize myself. My once long brown hair is now short and blue. The cut is choppy, giving me an edgy look. The make-up they applied is dark but somehow makes my eyes look larger than they already are. I look like an anime character.
"She hates it," the stylist frowns.
"No," I respond. "I don't hate it. It is just different. I don't look like myself."
"You look hot,
