Confessions Of Teenage Faker

"What? I have voided my right to a soul?"

I'm a faker, that's right, a brunette, i admit it.

Recently i saw a girl with the most beautiful red hair i had ever seen. I was in awe. I had to have it. So after a few weeks of saving I hit the hairdressers and emerged a red head, copper with pretty gold streaks. I was flipping it, swirling and damn happy. It was pretty.

I went to show my boyfriend when his brother blurted "Oh my god! You've sold your soul." I was lost. And then i remembered. All the times i had called my red headed friends "Ranga" or "Carrot top" and suddenly i felt guilty.

 It stings, and i imagine it would be worse if it was your genetics.

Well guess what all you brunettes and blondies, i love my new red hair =) in fact, i think i'll get it brightened up.