I hiss as the cold water makes contact with the back of my head. The light purple water cascades around the white basin of my toilet. Combing my fingers through my hair making sure the chemicals get rinsed off, I silently curse the ghost of my best friend.
'Seriously Bree? Dye your hair? Why couldn't you pick something easier and fun like solving crosswords on newspapers?'
After making sure that my hair is properly washed, or as proper as I could get it at least, my hands find the towel by my side and I wrap my hair in it. I grimace and wipe my neck with the ends of the towel.
Unhygienic, I know. But I'm too lazy to take a shower and paint my amazing tiles purple. The damage in the basin will have to suffice for
now.
I step out of my bathroom and put on my pajamas with ease. My eyes skim over the desk and I slowly walk over to it.
