The first day of school dawned way too soon and I made sure
to wake up bright and early in order to look the best I could. I had my cutest outfit set out the night
before, my new makeup sitting on my dresser, and my curling iron hot and ready
to curl my mop. I brushed my teeth then jumped in the shower and ran through the usual
routine. When I got to the body wash
part instead of coming out in a smooth coil like always, nothing hit my
loofa.
“What in the world?”
I put the bottle up to my eye and tried to peek into the small hole in
the top. I couldn’t see anything so I
put a little pressure on the sides of the container, still nothing. I squeezed it a little harder but still
nothing. I shook it hoping the contents
would shift to the bottom I looked into the hole again this time the contents
spilled out all over my hair, my face, and my neck. I spit trying to get it off of my mouth. I scrubbed furiously at my hair hoping to get
the goop out but only managed to be remotely successful.
There was a loud banging on the door, “Allison! Allison!
Stop primping some of us need to get in there.”
“I’m almost done.” I
yelled.
“Not almost, you are done!
Get out now!” I recognized it as
Luke’s voice.
Grrrr…. Boys just
don’t get it. I took one last swoop at
my hair hoping to get the last of the body wash out. I wrapped my hair in a towel and threw on my
bathrobe, I threw the door open angrily glaring at my brother on the other
side. “Some people need to learn
patience.” I growled.
“Some people need to learn that no matter how much they
shower they’ll still never get rid of that stench!” he stuck his tongue out at
me. “Besides, I’m the senior this year,
I think I am the one who needs to look the best today.” And with that he shut the door behind
him.
I huffed off to my room sitting at my makeshift makeup table
and started the morning paint job; lotion, foundation, powder, blush, primer,
eyeshadow, liner, mascara, and the most important step last lipgloss!! I puckered up admiring the gorgeous shade of
pink that I had managed to snag the previous day at the mall, it had been the
last one on the shelf so I felt it had been a sign of my luck. That feeling didn’t last long though when I
pulled the towel off my head.
“Oh my gosh!!!” my
hair sat in oily wisps on my shoulders, I ran my fingers through it hoping that
maybe, just maybe, it was an optical illusion.
It wasn’t. Putting my fingers in
it only made it abundantly clear that the body wash had made my fresh clean
hair an oily mess. I grabbed the blow
dryer and ran it over my head for a solid ten minutes all the while praying
that it would only look a little greasy but to no avail. The hair was bone dry and I looked like I had
stuck my head into a fry vat at the local fast food joint. “You have got to be
kidding me!” I looked up to the fates, “come on this is supposed to be my
year! Can I catch a break for just one
day?”
Just as I was expressing my fury to the higher powers Luke
walked by my open door wrapped in his own bathrobe. “Whoa! What do you call that look, grease ball?” he
laughed walking away.
I cursed under my breath.
This couldn’t be happening again, I should have never tempted the fates
this way. I grabbed the curling iron
wrapping a strand of hair around it but when I pulled it out nothing happened,
the hair just fell limp and soggy at my shoulders, I cursed under my breath as
I wrapped the iron around my hair again.
Surely if I kept the iron in there longer it would curl, I held it in
twice as long as I normally would then started to smell something, a burning
smell. “Oh no!” I pulled the iron from
my hair but it was too late, the ends of the hair were completely fried. “Gawwwww!!!” I yowled.
“What’s the matter?” my mother rushed to the door poking her
head in, “where’s the fire?” (a standard catch phrase for a mother with nine children.)
“My hair, the fire’s in my hair!” I held the strand out for
her to see. She walked over and held the
burned hair in her hand.
“Only one thing to do” she reached into my makeup table
drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors.
“No! No! There has to
be another way.” I tried to back away
from her.
“There isn’t.” and with that she snipped the end off leaving
me with a butchered look.
“My life is ruined.” I exhaled.
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