I finally got dressed in black sweatpants and a dark blue short sleeve shirt, but that wasn't going to last. Norman had arrived while I was getting dressed.
He let out a loud gasp. "Samantha Anna Michelson, what on gods green Earth do you have on?"
"I don't see whats wrong with it."
"Everything is wrong with!" he pointed his finger at my outfit accusingly.
"THIS,"

Jasper started laughing and fell on the floor in an exaggerated manner.
Before I could say anything in my defense he took something out of his bag and shoved it at me.
"I knew this would happen. Good thing I came prepared."
It was a red silk dress with black lace sleeves that connected to the red straps. He also handed me a black head band that went with my red hair.

I stepped out of the bathroom and this time they were both looking at me like Belle probably did when the Beast turned handsome. I threw a hanger at them and they flinched. "You guys planned this," I protested.
They looked at me sympathetically and I threw another hanger.We went through the drive-thru at Starbucks for breakfast and bought three coconut mochas. After that we drove for a while, drinking our mochas and jamming out to Ariana Grande, My Chemical Romance, and Owl City.

I may not have a lot of love left in my heart, but they filled the tiny places with warmth. I would always love and protect them. They have saved me, I thought in my head.
We arrive at a salon to get our hair done. I got my hair cut to my shoulders and redyed it red. Jasper decided to get his hair dyed blue. Norman got his cut short enough so that he could still spike it and got dyed it dyed rainbow. We left like bosses and we knew how to walk the walk.

All eyes were on us; maybe it was because of how crazy..... good looking we looked? We were known for our colored hair and earned our nicknames as the Prankster, The Sass, and The Fighter. You can guess who is who, right? Jasper's the prankster, Norman's the sass, and I am the fighter. I earned my nickname when, for three years, I fought anyone and everyone. Even if I lost I really didn't care, but after the first year I started fighting, I started getting lessons at a karate class. And got good at fighting and I never seemed to lose after that.

I was a mess back then, but then I met Norman, a homeless guy that I beat up after he bumped into me on accident. He was so amazed at my fighting skill he asked for a picture, not even caring about his own busted head . He continued following me around like a fan even after I told him repeatedly to stop even after I hit him. It was when he suddenly wasn't following me one day when I realized how fond I had become of him.

I raced around his territory looking for him and I even asked people. He had been rushed to the hospital after being beat by a few of thieves. The next time I went to the hospital, I had put the three bloody, thieving bimbos in hospital beds and paid for Norman's hospital bills in cash.