THE BIRTH OF CL

"Who are you kidding?" Her father screamed at her, tossing her songbook into the fireplace.  All Chaerin could do was sit there and watch blankly as her work was incinerated before her very eyes. She tuned out the man's negative statements about her choice in hobbies, and her choices in dress, and her choices in where to go to school. He never suppored anything she did. But she didn't care. She would do as she wished.

When her father finished his attempts at tearing down her self esteem, she stood up, and went into her room, ignoring his shouts of her being an insolent child. She pulled out her bags, and started to pack. She put everything that she could fit into her suitcases, leaving behind the things he'd bought for her. Her dresses, her heels. She didn't need those things. She was not going to be just another pretty face. A trophy wife in the making.

She was going to make a name for herself.

She reached into her drawer, and produced the box of hair dye. She stared at the package before tearing it open, mixing the contents of the kit together as she walked into her own private bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, looking at how her deep brown hair complimented her pale features perfectly. But it was too plain. Goodbye Lee Chaerin... She thought to herself as she set to work on her hair.

About an hour later, she rinsed out her hair, and looked at herself in the mirror again. She was shocked when she saw the person staring back at her. Her black hair had become a golden shade of blonde. She didn't look like herself, yet at the same time she did. She was no longer the person that her parents had fabricated. She was finally her true self. She smiled a bit, and walked back into her room, throwing on a leather jacket that showed off her stomach, and tight black jeans. She tugged on her boots, put on her shades, and zipped up her bags, making her way out of the house, not even bothering with her mother's screams about her being a rebel child.

She had school to attend.