one for the money { p r i v a t e }

jodi's hair has been growing out for weeks. she couldn't care less about the fact that her hair's getting all scraggly and she's got some horrible split ends - no, that's not important. what pisses her off the most is the fact that her roots are showing through, ugly and brown and ugly.

her first thought had been, 'hey, those aphrodite kids, they probably have some bleach.' but she couldn't just going to go and ask them. their clothes are all a nightmare of child labor, and makeup all animal tested. and when she had finally cracked, they refused because she 'wasn't taking proper care of her hair,' or something, and they couldn't bleach it for her on "moral grounds".

she scours the shelves of the camp shop, fingers crossed behind her back. the parties at camp are weak, and she hasn't been able to convince the cups to give her anything even slightly alcoholic, and she hasn't had a nice sleep in for ages. you'd think her dad being the director of camp would cut her some slack, but apparently not.