The incident happened after my parents’ divorce. It was about 12, maybe 13 pm - coincidentally, the same time some of my neighbours were returning from their Sunday church service. My father warned me about the elevator. He said it was kind of bumpy and that I should be careful for my things not to fall. After my parents divorced, they both decided to move into new buildings. I dare to say I was even a bit excited about the change, I’d get to decorate two new rooms and leave behind my boring, ugly, white one. On that Sunday, I was finishing moving into my father’s new apartment. He had moved to the 16th floor of a big building. Apparently, the ex-owners wanted to sell it as soon as possible, they were moving to Chile and were in a hurry, so my father got a good deal. Anyways, everything I was taking to my father was there already, except for my small nightstand, that I was carrying under my arm. I got into the elevator along some of my new neighbours, a family with one girl about my age and a small boy, a couple with matching track suits, an old, sympathetic-looking old man, and a lady carrying her dog. The lady pressed the 5th floor, …show more content…
As the elevator stopped at the 10th floor, the couple started to get out, and I was collecting old photos of me and my friends. Pictures of us at the beach, at bowling alleys, at parties, and among them there was a picture of me when I had blue hair. Before I could get it, the baby boy from the Christian family picked it up. His eyes widened as he pointed to the picture and screamed, “Blue!” The mom was trying to get the picture from him, but not before he looked at me and said, “She with blue hair!”. He then turned at pointed at his sister, “Lana get blue hair!”. Lana looked terrified. In that moment I decided we probably would never be able to be friends after