Sense of Self, Sense 14 by Meme-Lorraine, literature
Literature
Sense of Self, Sense 14
My mess of brown hair fell down in tangles as I tried to pull it back into a ponytail. Running my fingers through the thick mane, I quickly combed out countless knots, leaving it in a mass of fluffy frizz. Taking a rubber band, I forced the poof untidily through the loop and tied it back. Upon examining it in the mirror, I noticed a few short strands of hair standing straight up on top of my scalp, which did not remain flat even when I applied water. My long bangs also stuck out in odd directions, curling towards the sides of my forehead instead of laying flat, but they still managed to hide my widow's peak. Under these wisps, my wiry ey