Twelve year old Zero ran his hand through his spikey black hair.
I was sitting in the livingroom , putting Sonya's hair in a ponytail.
"Skarlet." She said.
"Yah sweetheart?" I said, Zero turned.
"Why are we going to the hair salon?"
"So we can get hair cuts."
"You too? But I like how it goes to your knees. I want mine like that." She said.
"Yah baby."
Now that I had a driving licence, I had gotten an old ford truck. I opened the passenger door.
"File in!" I said.
Zero helped Sonya in, then hopped in, closing the door. I got into the car. Then we drove to the hair salon.
As we stepped in, everyone looked up. Jane, my hair stylist, waved us over.
"Do me like usual, his needs a trim, and she needs a trim and a French braid." I said.
Sure thing." Jane said.
I sat down, and she cut it to my mid back. I got up, throwing it into a ponytail. Sonya climbed into the chair. Jane trimmed her hair, then started to braid it. Zero and I sat in the waiting chairs.
"Skarlet." Zero whispered.
"Yah." I whispered back.
"I like Sonya's hair better when it's just in a ponytail."
"I know, but mabey you'll like this way too. But, for the record, me too."
Then it was Zero's turn. Sonya sat down.
"Skarlet, I have an idea for my hair." She said, tugging me to the bathroom.
When we were in, she told me what to do.
"Like this?" I asked.
The top was still in the braid, but the rest was a ponytail.
"Yep!" She said.
Then we walked out of the bathroom, said thank you, grabbed Zero, paid, then left. On the way home, our trip was smooth, until we passed the store. Johnny's store, now mine, was surrounded.
