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Dye posted at 11:12 PM
A smile stretched upon Daniel's usually solemn face. His towel was decorated with blotches of hair dye - he had gone jet black this time. Almost as if in a cliché student film, he lit up a cigarette as he waited for the dye to dry.
Daniel wondered if anyone else felt the same joy he did each time he dyed his hair a different colour. Daniel believed that with each colour change, he introduced a different person into him. Well, not literally. Daniel was a great believer of fantasy, he lived and breathed it. It was in his belief that with minor changes, Daniel could be someone else. Slowly, but surely.
Daniel was rudely interrupted from his smoke-induced daze by repeated knocks on the main door. His Dad was home. Daniel was greeted by his Dad who almost immediately gave him a lecture on the consequences of exposing the head to chemicals. Daniel kept silent throughout the lecture as the lecture unfolded into a commentary on his feminine ways.
"Dad, I dyed my hair black. The way you want it to be."
"I also want you to be manly."
"I'm gonna get my hair washed."
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Like every other teen his age, Daniel found companionship at home in the form of his laptop. That and his playlist entitled "Pussy Game" gave him life like no other.
"Daniel, Daniel!"
"There goes the drama queen," Daniel whispered to himself. He had two options. One, he could continue twerking his seated ass to Beyonce's Get Me Bodied or two, he could actually check up on his dad.
"Daniel!"
Daniel was pretty convinced this time that his Dad was indeed dying. He rushed over to his Dad's room only to find that his Dad had fallen off from the toilet seat.
"Karma," Daniel thought to himself.
"How did you end up this way, Dad?"
"Are you going to help me or what?"
Daniel reluctantly helped his Dad back up and onto his bed.
"You good, Dad?"
"I'm okay for now. Thanks Dan."
"No problem. I'll be inside my room now."
"Okay. You're a good boy, Daniel."
"Okay Dad. I'll go now."
"I love you okay, son.
"I love you too Dad."
"I don't want you to get hurt, that's all".
Daniel looked at his dad, before letting out a sigh.
"I'm gonna go to my room now."
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