The night before the prom, I decided to darken my blonde hair a bit. I picked what I thought was the perfect shade of light brown. When I shampooed it out, EEEK! My hair was BLACK!
My mom hurried to the drugstore and bought a bottle of hair dye remover. That only made it worse. Now my hair was black with skunk-like strips of red and orange. I sat in the bathroom and bawled.
As soon as the hair salon opened the next morning, my mom got me an appointment—not easy to do since so many people were booked to get their hair done for the prom. She had to beg her hairdresser to squeeze me in.
Everyone there took turns working on me between appointments because they all felt sorry for me. They applied dye removers six times. My scalp burned like it was on fire. Finally, they said if they applied any more, my hair would fall out. When they rinsed me out and dried my hair, it was GRAY!!
By then, it was mid-afternoon. I just wanted to cancel my date and crawl into a cave for the next few weeks until school was out for the summer. But my mom refused to give me her cell phone, and she asked them to please dye my hair back to blonde. They told her they couldn’t guarantee what color it would turn out because of all the chemicals they’d already used on my hair.
Would you believe it?? My hair came out shiny—bright shiny YELLOW. Not blonde, but YELLOW like a crayon. And it was so brittle, I couldn’t do anything with it. I barely had time to slip on my gown and shoes before my date arrived. I thought about canceling, but my mom wouldn’t let me. She said my hair didn’t look too bad.
Yeah, right. Maybe compared to gray or to black with red & orange stripes. And I noticed she didn’t say it looked nice or even OK. Not good. My mom’s always one to look on the bright side. And if your own mother can’t think of something positive to say… She also didn’t hide her wince as she said it.
My date stared at me funny, but didn’t say anything about it until we entered the gym, where lights pulsed and rotated. I hoped the darkness would hide my hair color. Nope, I wasn’t that lucky.
“Hey, your hair glows in the dark,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. And he was right. I had FLUORESCENT YELLOW hair!
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Throughout the month we'll be posting prom horror stories and asking you to vote for the one you think is the best (or worst, really!) Today's story comes to us from Seri and is guaranteed to make you cringe!
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