willa webster-văduva, district six | fin cb

This lady on the side of the street told me if I gave her twenty bucks and some pills from Mama's work, that she'd dye my hair sky blue. I'm no chump, but that was like, a total steal. Where could you go wrong with blue hair? Exactly, you can't. Ma threw a fit when she saw me like I'm talking full-on rage monster mode, and she screamed that "I needed to wash it out this instant!" but I didn't think that was fair because she always said that I was being rude when I threw tantrums, and here she was doing it! That's a double standard if I ever saw one.

It's not cool man!

I shouted back at her, but then she gave me the look that would strike fear in the heart of basically everyone, so like the sensible lady I am, I dart to my room and lock the door behind me because it was scary and it felt like my heart was about to pop out of my chest. She screamed like a banshee for me to open up the door, but I knew that meant my ass was grass because I was super smart, and I had a sixth sense about that stuff. My report card doesn't reflect that, but I pinky promise I am.

Trust me.