What Have I Done?
Megan had her hair lightened at the beginning of the school year. She could probably tell me how to do it. I picked up my cell phone to give her a call.
“Hi, Megs! I just wanted to ask you a question. What did they use on your hair when you got it highlighted?”
Megan thought for a minute. “I don’t know, but I think it was some kind of peroxide. Why?”
“I want to try bleach my hair blonde. I’m in the doghouse right now so I can’t ask Mom and Dad for the money. I thought I’d do it myself.”
“Sounds cool. Can’t wait to see it! Call me back when you’re finished!”
We hung up and I began the search for some peroxide. I didn’t have to look for long because I found a bottle labeled “hydrogen peroxide” under my mom’s bathroom sink. It was a full bottle. That should be enough for all of this hair, I thought, swinging my hair back. Why I didn’t think to wonder why she even had it under her sink is beyond me!
As I looked into the mirror again, I was a little nervous about coloring my hair (or is it decoloring my hair?). I loved my long, soft curls. But it would look so awesome blonde. Ignoring that inner voice that was telling me this was a bad idea, I pulled on a pair of rubber gloves from under the sink and began pouring the peroxide over my hair. It smelled horrible and burned my eyes. I stayed hunched over for a couple of minutes, which might have been more like 15 minutes (all I really know is that my neck and back were all cramped up), and then rinsed it out. My hair felt weird—all dry and tangly. I tried to comb the tangles out, but I couldn’t get the comb through it. Blowing it dry didn’t help either. Then I saw that my hair wasn’t the beautiful dark brown it had been...