Maybe I went to bright. Just a little I mean it’s not like I look like one of those hippies. Just a bit of colouring, but now that I’m looking at the big picture maybe sea green wasn’t the best choice of hair dye. It’s not like I asked for sea green I asked for teal, and that’s what I got! But when I got home and washed my hair the next day I don’t think the chemicals in the hair dye reacted well with my shampoo. She now I’m stuck with this mess.Not only is it a horrific colour but the texture has turned straw like. I’m suppose to go to my first college party tonight, if I show up like this I will never be invited to another one ever again. A open the drawer to my bathroom cabinet, rummaging through it trying to find a comb and a bottle of hair spray. When I shut the cabinet I move back to my mirror.

But my reflection isn’t holding a comb and a bottle of hair spray like I am, instead they have their arms over their chest and are glaring at me with downward pointing eyebrows.

“I knew it was to cheap to be good.” They say.

I’m still desperately trying to rake the comb through my hair but it keeps getting stuck. “Well it’s a bit late to realise that isn’t it? I have to be at the party in 3 hours, there no way I can get a last minute booking.”

“Maybe we can a wear a hat?” Says my reflection, but we both know what I look like in a hat. An egg. I look like an egg when I wear a hat.

“That’s it” I say pulling out my phone from my back pocket, my reflection starts screaming.

“NO ANYTHING BUT A YOUTUBE TUTORIAL!!”

I huff and roll my eyes. “I don’t think we have a choice.”

“Your an idiot if you think that will change anything!”

“We’re the same person, you just insulted yourself.” I have already pulled the scissors out of wardrobe. To be honest I have no clue what I’m doing I just want my hair to not look like an experiment gone wrong.

After lots of sniping from the scissors and squeals from my reflection. I look… quite cute.

“Omg our face is like the perfect shape for jaw length bangs.” My reflection gushes.

“I think we look quite good with shoulder length hair,” I muse.

“THIS IS THE BEST LOOKING WE’VE EVER BEEN!!” They scream with delight.

“No it’s not” I deadpan.

“Not it’s not.” They immediately agree. “But we are going to own that party, we are gonna have so many friends by the end of it.”

I shrug my shoulders unbothered. “I’m happy with just Tara, the only reason I’m going is cause she asked me to.” I’m straightening my hair while I speak, I still trying to pay attention though, a burnt ear is the last thing I need right now.

“Yea Taras great, but there’s no harm in expanding our social circle” my reflection explains to me. “I mean I don’t think we can survive collage with only one friend.”

“I could survive on my own.”

“That’s really sad.”

“I know.”

I walk out of the bathroom and head to my wardrobe shifting through my rails of clothes. I pick out some black jeans and a white tight polo neck. I stand in front of my full body mirror and hold the clothes up against myself. I stare at it for a few seconds before my reflection reads my mind.

“Different top.”

“Definitely.”

I settle on a mustard yellow knitted sweater so that I can match it with my yellow high top converse.

When I return to the mirror after getting changed. My reflection throws a fit. “Absolutely not you cannot wear that!”

“Why not?” I don’t really care about what she says, I’ve already started putting in my star stud earrings and looking around the room for my star sigh tote bag that will go with my jeans.

“Cause mum gave us that sweater, we can’t go to our first collage party wearing something our mum gave us.” She explains, I see no logic.

“People aren’t going to know that mum gave it to us.” A say, I’ve started stuffing my purse and phone into the tote back, some medication as well. Don’t worry I’m not planning on drinking.

“Well yea… but… still!”

“I’m leaving now” I say heading out of my room and walking out into the corridor. I reach for the yellow converses I told you about earlier and start lacing them up again. My reflection once again appears in the framed mirror in the hall, beside the door.

“YOU CAN’T LEAVE. We haven’t done our makeup yet!” She insists, my hand pauses on the door knob and I turn to face the mirror.

“We don’t wear makeup.”

“…oh yea.”

“Bye.”

“WAIT PLEASE!!”

I open the door to Tara’s car and sit in the passenger seat, she’s wearing a long black skirt with a dark blue long sleeved cropped shirt. Her hair in its normal braid.

“Holy Shit, your hair looks so cool!” She squeals as I do up my seatbelt.

“Thanks” I laugh.

“So you ready for the party?” She asks. Her hands are gripping the steering wheel so tight I’m scared she might leave an imprint.

“Yea… you sure you want to actually go?”

“Maybe?”

Tara has always had trouble connecting with other people, but so have I that’s why we became close really quickly. I was quite surprised when she asked me to go to a party. Honestly I didn’t want to go, but it’s Tara I had to.

“Or maybe we should just go to the mall?” I say.

“Yea mall sounds good… sorry.” She apologies, she starts driving the car down the drive.

“Don’t be, I wasn’t to keen to go either.” I confess.

“Imagine that, your first date and both of us would have been miserable.”

We both laugh.