Chapter 3 A Brief Makeover

The main obstacles would be the adopted sister, my fourth brother, the adopted sister, school, the adopted sister, money, and the adopted sister. Those were the main things that caused trouble and disagreements in the house.

But, a lot of it was also caused by misunderstandings that the original owner for some reason refused to speak up about.

For example, for years they looked down on her for being a poor country bumpkin with only shabby clothes and hand-me-downs. But her parents were rich and her siblings had tons of money. They simply never gave her any. And she didn't try to fight them or insist either. In fact, she did the opposite. She worked so hard she barely had any spare time, just to be able to afford her tuition and the cheap clothes she got at the flea market. They also called her ugly because of her frizzy hair and glasses.

I went back to the mirror, taking another look at the original owner's body.

She was skinny. Not quite emaciated yet, but she would definitely look better with about ten more pounds. That could come in time. Her hair might have been a problem though. I suddenly remembered a tik tok video I'd seen years ago about a girl who said she always thought she had frizzy hair, but it was actually just curly and she never knew, always brushing out the curls.

I wonder...

I searched around the room and saw a door that led to a bathroom with a shower and a linen closet full of towels. I had to dig through a few more cabinets, but I finally found a lonely comb, shampoo, some leave-in conditioner, and a blow dryer.

I washed my hair in the sink and low and behold, it was indeed curly. Maybe more like waves, or somewhere in between a wave and a curl.

I tried to do the same as the girl in the video with my limited time and supplies and it didn't turn out so bad. It would look better with the proper products, but my hair actually had distinct curls and not just frizz. It was a definite upgrade to my looks.

That was one thing off the list.

The next thing was the glasses. I took them off when I washed my hair and had to scoff. My vision was exactly the same. The prescription had obviously been outdated because my vision was not 20/20 with them on, but I didn't expect them to actually be useless. I could still see well enough, so I just chucked them into the bin.

It might become a problem at school, but I had rich parents now. I wasn't going to be meek like the original owner. If they're just going to treat me like crap anyways, the least I could do was milk them for all they were worth before I turned eighteen and ran for the hills.

Doing my hair had taken longer than I expected and by the time it was fully dry, my ride had been waiting.

I grabbed my suitcase and got in without ceremony. I recalled that the original owner had no friends at the orphanage after being bullied for years. Even the director hadn't really liked her. So there was no reason to be sentimental.

Aside from the driver, I was alone in the back of the luxury van. So I spent my time playing with all the different functions of the seat until it had me laying back in massage mode and it lulled me to sleep.