I glanced up as my daughter walked in the room. "Hi l-Juliet, what have you done to your hair?!
"I, uh, dyed it." Juliet replied, self-conciously tugging at her raven-black hair.
"But why?! You have such beautiful blonde hair..."
She rolled her eyes in a typical teenage fashion. "Because, Mom. I needed a change. Besides, now I look more like Alex."
Alex is her twin brother. Not being identical to his sister, Alex has hair so dark brown it looked black. Juliet, meanwhile, has-or had-blonde ringlets and amber eyes. "I thought you didn't want to be identical."
"We're not identical. Alex still has your eyes," she said sharply. I raised my eyebrows at her. "Yes, Alex has brown eyes like me. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing. Just saying." she shrugged, sitting down next to me on my bed.
I let the subject drop. Running my fingers through her now-dark hair, I noticed it wasn't entirely curly either-more wavy, like she'd tried to flatten it. I asked, "Where did you get the dye, anyway?"
Juliet blushed. "I, um, borrowed it from Aunt Viktoria."
I had to laugh at her guilty expression. Viktoria was always dying her hair a different color, and frequently asked the rest of us to do the same. We had all given in, at one time or another, but never as drastic as Viktoria's extensive color palette or Juliet's metamorphosis.
"Are you mad?" Juliet asked, looking at me sheepishly.
I sighed. "No love, I'm not mad. I just...I guess it was just....kind of a reminder of how much you're growing up."
She rolled her eyes. "Mom. I'm fifteen! Didn't you ever dye your hair?"
"Yes," I answered begrudgingly. "But I was a few years older than you and I just made it darker."
"You even have a tattoo!" Juliet continued, pointing to the lightning bolt on the back of my neck. "And you chopped all your hair off."
"I donated it!" I replied, laughing. "As for the tattoo...well, we'll talk about it when you're a little bit older. I don't remember the entire story that much, myself."
She looked at me wide-eyed. "Do you mean you were drunk?"
I was spared from answering by Alex entering the room. "Hey Mom. Did you see Jules' new hair?"
"Duh, I'm right here. Of course she has."
Alex grinned. "Did you ground her yet?"
"No!" I grinned.
"But you threatened to ground me when I got my earring-"
I held up my hand. "The key word there is 'threatened', hot shot. I didn't actually punish you. Besides, hair dye and an earring are two different things."
Alex rolled his eyes and sighed melodramatically (He got that from me). "Fiiiine...." He was smiling as he walked out of the room.
I smiled at my daughter. "Did you tell your dad yet?" She blushed. "No..." I grinned.
"I'm sure he'll have plenty to say."