Chapter 27
Anya
I am the first one that will be given a makeover by Georgia and I feel nervous. 
She explained the haircut she will give us. Sadie’s hair will be full of vibrant colors since she is known to use dark ones, while mine will be straight, short, shaved halfway, and will be dyed with a darker color so I wouldn’t get recognized easily.
“People only know you with a brunette or blonde hair. They haven’t seen you with your hair cut off short, too. I can’t say all people won't recognize you but I think most of them are stupid.” She said,
I hope this will be worth it.
I stare at my reflection while glancing at Sadie's sitting on the couch while skimming through a magazine. The corners of my lips start rising.  
I flinch when a white thin sheet wraps around me. Looking back at my reflection, Georgia is fixing the sheet on me. “Don’t be nervous. I’m not going to sabotage your hair even though I hate you. I don’t wanna waste my talent by fucking up your look. If it looks ugly on you, it’s not my fault.”
I just nod slowly. Georgia turns to the rack beside her after fixing the fabric around me. I mean…She did not try to choke me with it so that’s a plus.
Georgia holds onto my now messy bun and pulls my scrunchie up, revealing my brunette and wavy hair that reaches to my back. From behind me, I see Sadie staring with her mouth open, and I am confused. How long did her hair reach that she finds this surprising? “You ever had your hair cut before?” I turn my attention to Georgia, who asked a good and genuine question. This feels new to me.
“Y-yeah,” I responded. 
“Up to where is the shortest?”
“Umm…” I raise my left arm and make a chop motion on my hair above my chest.”
“Hmm,” Georgia shrugs. “Not bad. Do you mind if I…” She looks at the mirror, her hand making its way from the very tips of my hair. “Cut them up to..” and it’s slowly moving up to my cheekbones. “Here?”
“Uhh…Yeah, I don’t mind.”
“You sure? I need a go sign. Are you completely fine with it?”
I smile and give an optimistic nod--a quick nod. “Yeah!”
“Good!” She said, smiling and high pitch. That’s…Weird. Now, who is this person?
I watch her from the mirror, grabbing things from the rack. Is she faking this because Sadie can see us or she is just in a good mood when she cut hairs?
She asked me if I want to shave the left side or the right, and I chose the left side. I watch Georgia as she starts trimming my hair. Should I say something? Start a conversation? I feel like I never knew Georgia well because she’s been so defensive of Sadie. Maybe she’s a nice person. I just need to talk to her nicely. 
I take a deep breath.
“May I ask-”
“Don't dare ask me about my feelings for Sadie or anything about Sadie because I swear-”
“I'm not!” I said. “I just hated how we go off the wrong track. I hope I could get to know you better as Sadie’s friend!” I smile at her through the mirror.
She looks back but looks away shortly, focusing on my hair. 
Silence.
I decide to ask away. “Is your dream being a hairstylist?”
Silence. I decided to give up. There’s no way I will get on her nice side-
“No.” She said, which made me startle a little. “My mom is a really talented hairstylist and she taught me how to cut hairs around 11 so I could help with the business. Not like I'm forced to do it. In the end, I'm enjoying it. It’s just that I love being a writer more.”
“That's great!”
“Mhm.” She nods. 
Another moment of silence...Just the scissors slicing an inch of my hair. I am staring at Georgia, watching how focused she is on cutting my hair. I love it, somehow. It’s interesting how serious she is about this. She knows a lot about hair…I am not sure if that’s a weird thing to say. But I am just amazed, I guess that is all. 
I feel a soft hand lay on my chin and one on my hair. One turns my chin so I could face straight ahead while the other pushes my head lightly to level it. “If you don’t want to fuck your hair up, don’t move too much.” 
I did what she said.
I let us stay quiet for a while now. I am not looking at my hair. The last time I watch Georgia cut my hair, it was already by my shoulders, and she is still cutting.
“How are you feeling?” She asked. Though she did not give me time to think of my response. “Anxious?” She added.
“Yeah, quite.”
She giggles. “Don’t worry. I am an expert when it comes to this. You will love your haircut even if you hate it at first.” Her smile made me confident in the result of this haircut. “If you feel better not looking, it’s fine.”
My smile just grew after that. She seems really nice. Not a bitch at all. 
I look back up when I did not feel and hear the snipping. She is just looking at Sadie, writing in her notebook. I can faintly hear the latter think out loud, murmuring “What else rhymes with heart? Art? Dart? Fart? Wait what the fuck not fart!”
I giggle at that, and Georgia did too. I can see the smile on her face as she looks through the mirror. 
“You must love Sadie so much, huh?”
Her reflection looks at me in the eyes and smiles softly. “Yeah,” The way she said the word is almost like a whisper. When she goes back to cutting my hair, her expression is far from smiling. Sure, the corner of her lips curls upward but her eyebrows drop and her eyelids are mostly visible. It makes me feel bad somehow…
“I don't plan to take her away from you--Sadie I mean.” I said while I watch her continue to cut my hair, “We just thought that the world is a cruel place to be sometimes and that we have to run away from it for a while. I promise I will take care of Sadie.” 
“Just don’t hurt her,” Georgia said, in a very cold tone.
“I won’t! Never in my life!”
“I still need to hang out with her.”
I smirk. “After our trip, I promise you Sadie will come back with a ring to give you”
“Hey!” She twack my head with a brush. Georgia then leans to my ear. “If you tell Sadie something, I swear I will ruin your hair in the future.”
I giggle. “Noted!” 
We are silent again, but when I look at Georgia again, she is showing a smile as genuine as mine. I’m glad we got off on the right foot this time.