When I wake up I walk to dunkin again and order my latte and donut and enjoy my breakfast in the fast food restaurant. When I'm finished I walk to the salon again and ask to get my hair dyed blonde. Today it is a man who does my hair. Unfortunately he has plenty of questions.
"Why did you get your hair cut so short in the first place?" He asks noisily.
"I thought it would look better but I guess I was wrong." I replied keeping my gaze on my reflection in the mirror.
"And you thought the dye job would help too right?" He continued.
"Yes but whether it does or not doesn't exactly matter to me." I say ignoring his rude judgement.
"Why do you care so little? I'm sure your hair was beautiful before you let it get destroyed."
I smirk "Thanks for your concern but I don't need nor do I want your opinion." I say keeping my tone even.
"What about your parents? Do they approve of your hair destruction?" He asks crossing the line.
"You sure ask a lot of personal unnecessary questions." I say ignoring his question.
"You didn't answer my question." He replies. Damn hes really pushing it.
"Look I'm sorry but last time I checked you weren't my parents and it's none of your damn business prick. Just finish the job and leave me be." I snap.
He doesn't say anything and twenty minutes later I pay and walk out.
I decide to walk up to a nice looking house and knock on the door. A minute later a sweet looking blonde woman comes to the front door and opens it.
"Hi, my name is Luna and I'm looking for a place to stay, you see my parents have died in a car accident and I don't wish to stay with any of my relatives. They aren't the nicest of people and I don't wish to be taken into foster care and I was wondering if I could stay here." I explain in my sweetest voice.
She looks me up and down and says "Of course sweetheart. I did have a spare guest room. And I think you shall like it here very much sweetheart."
I offer her my best smile and step into the house.