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.” Comments are closed.
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