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Dear Diary,
We’re safe at a motel now. When we got here, Marisa told me to stay put, and then she went to buy hair dye. She said she wanted to get my ice cream french fries too, but the ice cream machine was broken. I told her it’s okay. We better save our money right now. And it’s not The Ultimate Treat without the ice cream anyway.
She bought some frozen hamburgers from the motel office instead. I wonder how long they’ve been frozen. I hate microwave food because they’re always so soggy. But complaining makes me sound like such a baby, so I just ate it as fast as I could. There was mustard in it :(
The hair dye was blonde. I was hoping it would be a cooler colour. I keep telling Marisa she should dye her hair blue, or let ME dye my hair blue, but she always says no. It's sad. But I get it. We’re supposed to be ~inconspicuous~. When this is over I’m so dyeing my hair blue.
Marisa got me to help dye the back of her head. She had to bleach it first. It smelled like burning. It was disgusting. And it was all slimey and hot.
The first time Marisa changed her hair, she didn’t have to bleach it. She just dyed it a darker brown, almost black. It used to be caramel colour on the bottom half. To me she didn’t look any different. But maybe it did work because we went a long time without any cops noticing us. This time she’s going all blonde, and she said she would style her hair to be straighter, which sucks. I like how curly her hair is. My hair is curly too, but not like hers. More loopy and swoopy than curly.
I had to wear gloves when using the bleach. They were weird and powdery. They made my hands really sweaty.
The original plan was to cut my hair, which is what we did the first time too, but I really REALLY wanted to try dyeing it. But I knew she would say no if I asked straight up, so I tried dropping hints and asking things like “why do I have to cut my hair” and “how come YOU don’t have to cut your hair” and “you never ask me if I want to dye my hair.”
Okay, that last one was a little obvious. But the important thing is that she got my hint and agreed to dye my hair!! There wasn’t enough bleach to dye my whole head, so she gave me streaks. She said it’s my early birthday present :)
But part of the deal is that I can only have it for a few days, when we’re laying low in this motel. And then we’re cutting my hair. That’s fine. At least I’ll be cool for a few days.
Hopefully this time she won’t cut it too short. The first time, I was basically bald. I felt like an egg. But Marisa made it clear it was either I cut my hair so I don’t get recognized, or They find me and vivisect me.
Vivi = Alive
Sect = Cut apart
Who the heck wants that!!!
Sorry. I realized I never explained who They are. You must be so confused.
They (with a capital T) run the clinic that Marisa took me to after I pushed over Johnny McKay at school. Nobody believed that I didn’t touch him, and nobody cared that he had it coming. He was bullying the new kid and stomping all his stuff into the mud. AND the week before he bit one of my tangrams but I was the one who got into trouble for shouting and “not using my inside voice.” The principal wanted to suspend me, but Marisa came and withdrew me instead. SHE believed me. And the day after that, she took me to the clinic. At first I thought she didn’t actually believe me and was getting me tested for anger problems, but she said she searched really hard to find a special doctor who deals with this kind of stuff. Doctor Heed was nice (WAS) and he really did believe me. When he asked me if I could do it again though, nothing happened. When I pushed Johnny McKay it was like my hands were on fire. They went numb, but there was that really painful pins and needles feeling like if you sat on your leg for too long and finally let it go and if you try to move it, it just feels unbearable and bad. The feeling went all the way up my arms and I wanted Johnny to feel that too. I wanted him to BURN. I made the pushing motion because I was so angry, and I imagined hurling the fire at him, but I didn’t know it would ACTUALLY do something.
Anyway, this isn’t about stupid Johnny McKay. The point is I couldn’t make that burning feeling happen again, so Doctor Heed sent me back home with some “mind fullness” (??) exercises to try. It was just a bunch of breathing exercises and thought exercises to help me focus my mind. Marisa helped me with them. She also started homeschooling me, which was fine because I never want to see Johnny McKay again anyway. At first I thought maybe I could make the sparks come out by being angry again, but Marisa told me it was a bad way to do it because that makes it “folitile” (voletile?) “volatile” (yes I had to ask Marisa how to spell that) and hard to control in the future. The whole point was to make it SO my sparks don’t explode whenever I get mad.
Anyway, we did all those exercises about ~calming my mind~ and ~feeling every muscle in my body~ and eventually I could bring out my sparks whenever I wanted to. I could even spark things from three meters away (that was a big deal back then okay). Marisa took me back to the clinic, and we did a bunch of tests for like, a week, and Doctor Heed seemed very impressed. He asked if I would like to meet other kids like me. It would be like summer camp. We would hang out and get to know each other and have fun, and maybe my power would become even better. I said yes. I didn’t even know there WERE other kids like me. That’s when I met Lilian. Doctor Heed said she was one of the camp counsellors. She was nice too. She smiled a lot.
But then, while I was in the waiting room and Marisa was talking to Doctor Heed, she found out there was no camp. There was no “getting to know the other kids like me.” They were going to keep me locked up and experiment on me. They were going to cut me apart and find out how my power works and then use it to do bad things. Marisa came out of Doctor Heed’s office and told me to get my stuff from the car. But when we were at our car, she told me to buckle in, and then she just drove away. She was all nervous and I remember I thought I did something wrong. I kept asking what happened. She didn’t tell me until we were at a motel a few hours away. It was probably the scariest thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t believe I believed Them. They almost got me.
That’s when Marisa chopped all my hair off and dyed her hair dark brown.
I can hear Marisa blowdrying her hair, so it’s almost my turn to shower. She wrapped my streaks in tin foil so I wouldn’t touch them, but I peeked in the mirror. It’s hard to see through all the white goop, but I definitely see some orange in there!
I’ll end it here. I’ll let you know how my hair looks tomorrow :)
JUST KIDDING I’m back to report that my hair looks AMAZING.
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