Descriptive Essay About Being A Red Head

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I don 't know what 's worst about being the a red head; the fact that every thinks you 're low tempered and soulless, or the fact that you 're easiest to spot. It was the last week of summer when I spoke to him again. That would 've been the first time in two years. You would think talking to someone who you haven 't talked to in such a long time would be a special and heart-warming, but no, no- seeing Grayson was the opposite. Who would 've thought that my best friend, the one who used to treat me like his princess, would 've turned out to be a complete asstard. Now mind you, I wasn 't expecting a whole dance and cheer with a sign saying, "long time no see, Cam!" but I also wasn 't expecting to be humiliated in front of a bunch of my peers. …show more content…

My hair was in it 's usual mane of curls since Jennifer was too lazy to deal with it, my nails were painted black and my eyes were decorated with eyeliner, mascara, and a light blue eye shadow. My outfit was pretty simple. I had chosen to wear a dark blue halter top with my favorite pair of ripped black skinny jeans, and my black converse. When we finished getting dressed, I wrote a note to my mother, telling her I was going to be out, and got into Jenn 's car. The drive to my other best friend, Dylan 's house wasnt that long. Only about ten minutes. The drive to his house was comfotably silent. The kind of comfortable silence that surrounds you when you are around someone you love. We pulled up to his house and beeped, signaling to him that we were ready to go. Within thirty seconds, Dylan came running (and nearly falling) down his porch steps, and slid into Jennifer 's car. "Hey, ladies," Dylan greeted. From the car, I could see his casual attire and his unruly, tousled hair. I have to admit, Dylan is a looker. Whenever we would all go out, we 'd see a bunch of horny females whispering to their friends telling them how hot he is and trust me, he is super oblivious to all of …show more content…

Every now and then, I 'd catch Jenn staring at him through her rear-view mirror, but like I mentioned earlier, Dylan 's pretty oblivious so obviously he didn 't catch her. I 've always notice the slight mood changes that occur as soon as Dylan accompanies Jenn and I. With me, her behavior 's more eccentric and happy. When Dylan 's around, she changes her whole demeanor to this tough girl who couldn 't give two shits about anything. Don 't get me wrong, she still her happy, bubbly self, but not as much. It 's as if a wall has been

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