Molly

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.

“Try again?”

“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.”