do over

It was true. Sarah was sure of it now. She was too old to be a Scene Queen.

"How can you say that?" Lucy couldn't believe it.

"I want my true hair color." She'd decided. "And its too expensive. All that crap you have to wear."

"Oh, so now you've come down off your cloud. Is that it? No more dreaming, big time, huh?" Lucy didn't know what to make of it. They were with the band after all. That hadn't changed. They were there for their guys.

"Sorry. I'm tired of being mean. I'm tired of wanting to be complete when I never am." Sarah was sad about this. Of course, her hair really didn't look much different after she washed out the black and bits of purple in it. She looked like she might be ready for office work now. Her uncle had promised her an office job this summer.

"God, you're really ruining it for me, you know." Naturally, Sarah got Lucy to wash the crap out of her hair too. She looked like someone might really hire her somewhere. But then no one was really hiring. Sarah had just been fortunate enough about her uncle letting her on at his law office. "What will you do when, you know, stuff starts to happen for the freaknoids? Huh?"

Sarah just smiled. Lucy was as dingy as she ever was.