Carrie's POV
I sat on the couch, fiddling with my beer cap. I hadn't drunk any because, well I couldn't get my mind off of Harry. Why would he do that? Was he that oblivious to me liking him.
“Hey, girlie. What’s wrong?” Myra asked, sitting down beside me.
“Harry.” I shrugged.
“Carrie, Harry is a selfish, oblivious, douche. You shouldn't be that hung up about him.” She said, patting my hand.
“I know. But I liked him and I really wanted him to see that.” I whined. Myra pursed her lips in thought.
“Get up. Meet me in the bathroom in 5.” She ordered. I raised my eyebrows, but did what she told. In about 5 minutes she came in with cherry Kool-Aid, aluminum foil, a hair dryer and a few towels.
“Myra…” I trailed off in worry. What was she doing?
“Calm down. Sit still.” She laughed. She began then, to wet my hair. She took a brush and brushed it and poured the Kool Aid in it.
I sat there with my mouth shut, thinking about what she was doing. She was dying my hair.
She hummed along to Move by Little Mix while she put the sheets of foil on my hair.

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"There we go! Look at yourself, Carrie!" She cheered. I hesitantly looked into the morror, to see myself with dark red hair.
"Wow..." I started. I didn't know if I meant it in a good way or a bad way.
"I know! I did a good job! Let's go show everyone!" She said excitedly. She grabbed my hand and led me out of the bathroom.

Notes

Ooh! Myra dyed Carrie's hair! Ahhh! ;P Vote, rate and subscribe!
~Carrie