By Serena Gross
All the blood rushed to my head. My black curly hair fell in my face. I reached to brush it out of the way, but that was a mistake. I wasn’t balanced. I fell out of my handstand. Dang it! I had been so close that time.
“You were so close that time,” said my best friend Sadie S.
“I know,” I said.
“You know it.”
I was trying to beat my personal record of 22.9 seconds. “You know what?”
“What?” Sadie asked.
“I’ve had enough of my long hair getting in my way. I want you to cut it.”
“I’ve only practiced on dolls before. And the first time I nearly chopped Jasmine’s head off.”
“That’s okay,” I said, “We all make mistakes. And if you screw up, my Mom will always let me get it styled by a professional hair dresser.”
We went back to my bedroom. I took out the scissors. With a swift motion, my 32-inch hair became a 12-inch bird’s nest.
“I’m so sorry,” cried Sadie.
“My mom’s going to kill me.”