We have hair dye in our house...
I have hair on my head...
I don’t trust anyone in this house to cut my hair so I cannot shave said head...
Perhaps I can put a little dye in my hair...
As a treat.

Or maybe buzz my hair off then dye it...
No.
I mustn’t succumb to that quite yet...

But what if?
It isn’t as if anyone will see me...
I’ll be in mine own home....
Perhaps...
I shall ask the mother figure....
It is possible someone in this home could perform such tasks...

Although I do believe I will resemble one’s thumb if I do this act...
Mine face is quite round...
Yet again, I’ll be inside, no one will see me...
To add, I have hats that will cover mine shame if I cease to enjoy the lack of hair upon my scalp....

I’m quite certain it will grow out a bit by the time I may return to school...
Alas, this is a brash choice and I must think heavily on it...
Though, it is hair, and it will grow back...
But not instantly.
If I don’t like it, I will have to live with it for a while...