G r e a t S o u l.

She sat down on her worn out stool. Opened up her makeup bag, put on the same old. She took the unopened glittery purple cream eyeshadow, ripped away the plastic, dipped her right index finger into the cream, and put two strokes on either side of her cheek. She was an animal. Born to set things right in her territory. She had the passion and determination to set her forward. Wild eyes, and flaming imagination, she set off to the salon, ready to change herself. First the outside, she thought. Three hours later, she walked out of the salon, flaming red hair, with just a tint of white. She was on a mission to change her old routine, and make herself new. A new body, new mind, new spirit, new everything. This was her start. This is my alter-ego.