HEY GUYS I FINISHED IT~ I FINISHED ITTTTTTTTTT
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Claire let out a sigh as she finally picked herself up off her couch after her third time watching Glutton standoff 2: eat my dust!. She waddled to her wardrobe and, pressing the right piece of oak, and sat back as it opened her secret compartment of hair dye. There were all colours and types, some empty and others yet to be opened. Yes, Claire had been dying her hair since she could remember and it was time for her monthly re-dying. Her hair was starting to go back to it's black roots, and Claire hated it. It was time to decide what colour her hair would be this time... blonde, brunette, white, even blue was a choice at the time. She looked carefully at each one and considered her current style and how it would affect it and blah blah blah etc etc. Maybe I should just stay with black hair? Hmmm. Nah. What about blonde? I could rock that look! Or... I could just stay the same, but that's kinda boring and I've had that for like, five billion years. Ugh, I may as well.
Claire reached to the back and pulled out her shades of brunette. Her regular haircut was right in the middle of dark brown and a bottle containing only dribbles of blonde. She plunged her hand into the cupboard and grabbed it as she yawned. Then, with absolutely amazing /cough/ technique, she poured it all on her head, looking slightly bored. Then with a swift motion, she combed the stuff through her hair while flipping through the latest copy of Teen Demon. As she pulled the comb out, she saw that it looked slightly... darker.
But it usually looks like that, righhttttttt? she told herself despite the fact that... well, it didn't usually look like that. Now... why is it that colour? She squinted at the bottle and saw (to her utter and absolute shock) that it did in fact say DARK BROWN. Dark brown. DARK BROWN. Not light brown, but dark brown. You get the picture.
Oh jackity jackin' jack jack jack! Noooo please no! I don't want dark brown! No! she ran to the cupboard, whacked open the secret door, grabbed the first bottle she could find (it happened to be blonde) and poured it all over her head to 'drown out' the dark brown.
That just made it worse.
So.
Claire now had blonde hair.
She ran to the mirror, pulling at her hair with the expression of someone who had just seen a ghost (ohohohhohoho see what I did there?)
Her hair was blonde and she didn't know how to fix it, but boy did she try. She put chocolate in her hair and then rinsed it. It smelled nice, yes, but she was still blonde. However, it didn't occur to Claire to maybe just... dye it back to her normal colour. No, she tried all sorts of techniques but her hair stayed blonde. Claire's eyes may have been decieveing her, but it seemed like her hair was getting blonder and blonder, though that might have been because it kept noticing her stupidity and decided it needed to keep up. ((sorry blondes, I had to do it!))
Claire grew worried very quickly about her hair. Sure, it looked FABULOUS, but how would she explain this to her friends? "Oh, yeah I just casually dyed it blonde for attention because i'm a wh--" NO.
Jack damn it, Claire! Why are you such an idiot? Ugh. Just look where you grab from now on--- MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER, FIRST!
Claire had no idea what to do next. But then suddenly she did have an idea. (ololol)
She would dye her hair using her natural color dye. (OMG CLAIRE HOW DID U FINK OF IT????/) So Claire rushed to her cupboard and picked out the correct colour, double-checking that it was the right one, and then she opened it. Soon her hair would be back to norma--------WHAT

It was empty.
EMPTY.
NOTHING.
AT ALL.
Claire took a deep breath and scratched her neck. She was going to keep very, very calm. It wasn't so bad! She looked great, right?
Nope. Not working.
OH JACK JACK JACK THIS IS THE WORST DAY OH MY LIFE UGH I AM GOING TO SCREAM WHY CAN'T I JUST DYE MY HAIR? I'M GOING TO WEAR A BAG ON MY HEAD OR SOMETHING I NEED MY NORMAL HAIR BACK UGHHH! I MAY AS WELL GO BALD THIS IS A DISASTER! No. Calm, Claire. It's not so bad! You look great. Great! Greaaaat. And blonde... you look blonde. UGH!
Claire screamed, full of anger and jumped on her bed, burying her face into the pillow. Cursed to be blonde until it grew out! Claire was now crying tears of frustration.

She walked sadly to the fridge, half feeling like crawling in there-- but she had learned her lesson. So she just took as much food as she could hold and went to eat emotionally.
Delicious anger. So, so delicious.