"Whats up with your hair, Brittney?"
"I like colors."
"But why bright colors, why not black? You did say it was you're favorite color." The small girl giggled, a sneer on her lips.
"It wouldn't go right with my hair, simple."
Replied our very own beloved blonde, who had rainbow streaks in her hair by using that temporary hair chalk. She was currently, in her opinion, being harassed by a girl who she called annoying last year and now this girl made it her main goal in life to get on her nerves.
"Or is it a wig?" The girl giggled. "Whats it made out of~?"
"You're moms chest hair." The rainbow blonde haired girl remarked.
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