Stockholm Syndrome

Rose Faith Davis comes from a family torn apart by the unfortunate events of a late night drive. It's taken years to overcome the loss of the one that believed in her so much. Now, she's graduated high school and is ready to take on the task that is college. She'll be moving from her small American town to the bustling city of Sydney, Australia. There's a lot of bad things happening over the sea, however, this doesn't scare Rose. She's up for any challenge, and will chase her dreams no matter what.
~Don't follow your dreams, chase them~


27. Dyed Hair

*A Few Days Later*

          “So girls, on Saturday, I’m either going to not go to our girls’ day out of have to leave halfway through,” I say as we sit down on the grass to eat lunch.

          “Why?” Daisy smirks. “Have a date with Ashton.”

          I glare at her, “No. I’m going to get my hair redone with one of his friends, Michael. I guess, Ashton will be there too, but it’s not a date.”

          “Does this Michael guy have dyed hair?” Victoria asks.

          “He does. It’s bright red. It looked very nice on him. He’s almost twenty, well, closer to nineteen. But whatever, older than us.”

          “Hm, so you’ve met two of his friends now?” Laurel asks.

          “That’s right. There’s one more to meet sometime soon. Probably before the weekend.”

          “Then we could all go on dates together. There’s a boy for each of us,” Daisy smiles.

          “I don’t know if you would want to go out with them,” I grimace, hoping they won’t pry more to understand what I mean.”

          “What is so bad about Ashton that he’s an asshole?” Victoria asks.

          “Um,” I quickly search my brain for some lie. “He drinks, a bit more than he should. He’s getting better, he’s been trying to limit to one a day, since he found out about my dad being killed by a drunk driver.”

          “Aw, well that’s sweet,” Daisy places a hand over her heart. “He’s doing something for you. You have to give him a chance.”

          “But once a drinker, always a drinker,” I state, wishing I had picked a different lie. Eventually, they’ll find out the truth.

          “How about we just change the subject?” Laurel suggests. “Why do you dye your hair blue, Rose?”

          “Um, there’s no real reason,” I shrug. “Sometimes I say it’s because my dad’s favorite color was blue, and it was, but I dyed my hair long before he died. I was a rebel kid and my mom let me do whatever I wanted. Anyways, sometimes I say my dad was driving a blue car when he died, and there’s other reasons I come up with. But, there’s no true reason. I guess I’ve always loved having a different color than everyone else. Tori, don’t you bleach your hair?”

          Victoria smiles, “I do. I’ve always wanted blonder hair, and once I was old enough, my mom let me bleach it. I’ve done it ever since. I’ve always thought a lighter color went better with my skin tone.”

          “It’s lovely,” I smile. “Would you two ever dye your hair?” I look at Daisy and Laurel.

          “I’d do anything if it got me into a play or movie or whatever,” Laurel answers. “But besides that, I don’t think I’d dye my hair. Maybe a few streaks for fun once or twice, but that would be it.”

          “I would dye my hair,” Daisy says. “But I don’t think I could settle on a color, and I wouldn’t want more than one color. That would just look weird. So, my problem would be I couldn’t pick a single color. If one day I could, I would dye some of my hair.”

          I laugh, “You guys are so interesting. I know now everyone thinks the same, but we all have different views on a topic. It’s nice, because that means if we ever need to come up with something super creative, we all could pitch in something cool.”

          “Why would we need to come up with something super creative?” Laurel asks.

          “Life throws curve balls sometimes. You never know when something might happen and we have to be creative, and fast.”

          “You have a very active imagination, don’t you?” Victoria giggles.

          I shrug, “I came here to be a write, I’ve got to have an imagination to some degree. I guess mine is just more active than others.”

          “I’ve been wondering, why a writer?” Daisy asks.

          “I get that a lot. People can’t understand how I can write hundreds of pages with ease, and they can’t write a simple essay for English class. I don’t know. I just love to write. I love creating characters and giving them a happy ending, or being able to control and make sure they are happy.”

          “You just want to give characters the life you didn’t,” Laurel speaks up.

          “I guess so,” I sigh. “My life has been so hard. I’ve been through so much. If I can control some made-up people in a made-up world and make sure they are happy, then I’m going to do it.”

          “Thank goodness you have that active imagination,” Victoria smiles.

          “Yeah, thank goodness for that.”


​It's been awhile since the girl's had a chance to sit and talk. Their friendship is so wonderful, and I love their interactions. Hope you like it! :D

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