A nation Divided- The New Molly

I stared at my own reflection in the mirror and held in a gasp of horror. My once beautiful long black hair was lying in a pile under the salon chair. My new hair was a bleach blond, angled right underneath my chin. My big brown eyes were now covered by thick wired glasses that I  bought from a pharmacy before entering the salon. 
" What have I done?" I whispered to the reflection of a stranger staring back at me.
" What's that you say?" the hairstylist said to me, her mouth smacking on a piece of gum, " you not happy with your new do?" She asked putting her plump fingers on her hips. 
"  Oh, no! It looks...lovely," I said trying to convince myself that it really did look fine, but then a memory of my family stroking my long black hair came to me, ' You're my little raven Molly, and nobody's ever going to steal you away from me!"
 little girl & her dad photography
 He said lifting me up and whirling me around. I giggled, " That's because you are my hero daddy!" I said giggling and then I planted a kiss on his cheek. ' I love you daddy." 

    A tear fell down my cheek at the memory, I lifted my hand to wipe it away but instead I touched my new glasses framing my eyes. Anger rippled through my body, I didn't deserve this! My family, my life, my identity has been stolen from me! And all because of some power thirsty terrorists!
    I lifted my chin up and my tears stopped.
" How much do I owe you?" I asked roughly to the stylist.
" 85 dollars," She said. I opened up my bag and pulled out a wad of bills and slapped them in her outstretched hands.
" Thanks," She said gruffly. I was about to walk out the door when she stopped me.
" What's your name?" She asked me.
" Why do you want to know?" I asked.
She pulled out a book from behind her counter, " It's a new regulation. Every customer must leave their name." Her eyes pierced through me.
" My name's C-Chloe," I said searching my brain for a new name, " - my name is -Chloe Everett."
I walked out the door and heard the bell on the door jingle. 
Love these streets.
I looked at the almost empty street ahead of me, and I started walking.
I saw a bike standing alone a few feet away, I hopped on and started riding it, not even noticing that I had just stolen someone's bike.
  I didn't know where I was going,  I didn't even know where I was.
But I knew one thing- Those terrorists were going to pay, and I was going to find out a way to bring justice to my country, to the world, and to my family.
I didn't know how; but I knew I must, or I would die trying.


  1. Great job, once again Brittney Ann! :)

    1. Thanks Natalie!! Your comments are such an encouragement to me =D

  2. Wonderful Job, Brittney!!! Can't wait for what happens next!!

  3. Oh suspense! This is really awesome=D keep it up!

  4. Thank you guys =) You all are so sweet as always!

  5. Oh I am so loving it so far, awesome job!