The first thing I do, is very quietly go into my mom and dad’s bathroom and find the scissors in my mom’s drawer. Then ‘snip’ as close to my head as I can.
My mom then asks (with a hint of both horror and laughter in her eyes) “What did you do?”
Mom then takes me to the beauty shop after realizing there is nothing she can do to fix it.
My hair still doesn’t look great, but better than it did! But that’s ok because I am beautiful and mom took me to frozen yogurt afterwards.