Loud and Clear

We walked down the crowded mall. Dorothy and Toto kept talking about our new life together.
"Ooh! Mom! Look! We have to go there!" Sarah shouted, causing a few heads to turn our way. I ducked my head, not wanting them to see me with them.
"You want to cut your hair?" Dorothy gasped. I shot my head up to see what she was pointing at. Star Cuts.I read to myself.
"No, of course not!" She said in a hurry.
"Then why do you want to go there?" Dorothy asked.
"For, uh, eh, what's your name?" She asked. I narrowed my eyes at her. She just stood there, waiting for an answer. I sighed.
"Isabella." I snapped.
"Yeah. Izzy. That's what I said," She turned to her mom after smirking at me, "Please, Mom?" She begged. Dorothy looked at me, raised an eyebrow. I just stood there, silently begging for her to say no. For her to take me home, and leave us. For good. She sighed.
"Alright." Toto squealed. I was frozen.
"Yes! Come on! I can't wait to see you look like a human being!" She taunted, pulling my arm. We walked in. People were sitting in chairs, while people held scissors, chopping their hair off. I backed up.
"They are not cutting my hair." I said. She turned to me. Arms crossed.
"Don't be such a baby." I clenched my jaw. Before I could respond, a woman, probably in her forties, walked up.
"Welcome to Star Cuts. What can I do for you?" She asked, smiling.
"She needs a total upgrade." Sarah said, pointing at me. I glared at her. The woman looked at me, eyeing me up and down. She finally stopped, and looked at Sarah.
"I'll see what I can do." She said, walking away. Sarah leaned over.
"Uh, miss, please come sit in this chair." I turned to Dorothy, who was smiling from ear to ear. Sarah grabbed my arm, pulling me away. "Trent! Can you please come take care of her?!" The woman yelled. Sarah sat me down, smirking. I felt a pair of hands touching my shoulders. I saw some golden locks in the mirror. Golden locks that looked like...
"I didn't expect to see you here, Dumb-Lucked Isabella."
"You too. Your name's Trent?" I asked. He smiled, nodding.
"I-I thought it was-"
"Jack? No. That's my middle name." I nodded.
"You're a hairstylist? Since when did you do hair?" I asked. He was about to answer, when Sarah interrupted.
"Uh, yoo-hoo!" Sarah yelled. I turned. "Ooh, hey. Uh, can you keep her new look a secret?" He eyed me.
"My soon-to-be-evil-stepsister," I whispered loud enough for him to here, "Tot, er, Sarah, this is Jack, uh, Trent. Trent this is, Sata, uh, Sarah." He nodded.
"New look? I like this look though. Shows your wild, but slightly depressive side." I glared at him. He winked at me, letting me know it was just a joke. I rolled my eyes playfully.
"Tell me about it," Sarah said, rolling her eyes. Dorothy gave her the Mom-Look, "Yeah, well, it's for the wedding. So, make it pretty." Sarah snapped, Dorothy gave her the death glare, "I mean, please? My mom wants everyone to look more, natural, at the wedding." He nodded.
"Alright. Better get started."

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