Growing up... To be a Model... The Beginnng

Originally, I had decided to tell the story of my life, but after composing the first chapter, it was really kind of dull, and seemed too much like a sob story. I've now decided to tell the story of my decision to be a model. As with all stories, this one needs a beginning, and in this story, that beginning is with the realization that it would be kind of cool to be a model. We start off, in a car speeding towards the mall, early on a chill Sunday morning, I use chill in both contexts, as it was kind of cold, yet also very relaxed. Upon arriving at the mall, I set about to complete my mission for the day, just a simple hair cut, yet it didn't stay that way. I've been going to the same hair dresser for nearly two years now, and have actually stopped having to decide what to do with my hair, and started trusting in the artistic design of my hair dresser, for the sake of this story, I'm going to give this mysterious hair dresser a name, Justin. Today was much like any other visit, except this one started with the color purple.