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                𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘 𝘼𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙚 + 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝘾𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙡𝙚

               𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙤𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙤

                           ╰┈➤ 【ＳＴＡＲＴ】

: ̗̀➛ Abbie nervously glanced at the clock, realizing he was running out of time. He had been dreading this moment all morning. It was time to face the inevitable: he needed to brush his hair.

"Abbie!" Miss Circle's voice echoed through the house, sending a shiver down his spine. "We're going to be late for school if you don't hurry up!"

Abbie winced. He knew his mother wouldn't tolerate any excuses. Gathering his courage, he made his way to the bathroom, where he was met with the sight of the dreaded hairbrush sitting ominously on the counter.

"I don't want to do this," Abbie muttered to himself, his reflection in the mirror looking back at him with sympathy.

But he knew he had no choice. With a resigned sigh, he reached for the hairbrush and began to run it through his unruly locks. However, after a few strokes, he realized that he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The hairbrush seemed to mock him, reminding him of all the times he'd struggled with his studies at school.

"Abbie, what's taking you so long?" Miss Circle's voice called from downstairs, her footsteps growing closer.

Panic surged through Abbie as he frantically tried to tame his hair, but to no avail. With a sinking feeling, he realized that he was going to be caught red-handed.

Just as he was about to give up hope, he heard his mother's footsteps approaching the bathroom. With a quick glance around, he spotted a nearby towel and made a split-second decision. Grabbing the towel, he wrapped it around his head, concealing his unruly hair.

The door burst open, and Miss Circle strode into the room, her expression stern.

"Abbie, what on earth are you doing?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Abbie tried to keep a straight face as he replied, "Oh, um, I was just... drying my hair! Yes, that's it, drying my hair."

Miss Circle raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "With a towel wrapped around your head?"

Abbie's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to come up with a plausible excuse. But before he could say anything, his mother's gaze fell on the hairbrush lying on the counter.

"Abbie..." she began, her voice dangerously low.

Abbie's stomach churned with dread as he realized he had been caught.

Without another word, Miss Circle reached for the hairbrush and advanced towards him.

"Mom, please!" Abbie pleaded, taking a step back.

But Miss Circle was relentless. With a determined expression, she raised the hairbrush, ready to tackle Abbie's unruly hair once and for all.

With a yelp of panic, Abbie turned and fled from the bathroom, his mother in hot pursuit.

"Get back here, young man!" Miss Circle called after him, her voice echoing through the house.

But Abbie was too quick for her. Darting through the hallway, he narrowly avoided her grasp and made a beeline for the safety of his room.

He could hear his mother's footsteps close behind him as he reached his bedroom door. With a burst of speed, he dashed inside and slammed the door shut behind him, breathing a sigh of relief.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then, suddenly, the door burst open, and Miss Circle stood before him, her hairbrush held aloft like a weapon.

"Abbie, you can't hide from me forever," she said, her voice firm but not unkind.

Abbie looked up at her, his heart pounding in his chest. Despite her stern demeanor, he could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Okay, Mom," he said, finally surrendering. "You win."

With a triumphant grin, Miss Circle advanced towards him, her hairbrush at the ready.

And as she began to tackle Abbie's unruly hair, he couldn't help but smile, knowing that no matter what, his mother would always be there to take care of him.

As Miss Circle worked the hairbrush through Abbie's unruly locks, a sense of warmth spread through the room. Despite his initial reluctance, Abbie found himself relaxing into the familiar routine.

"Mom?" Abbie began tentatively.

"Yes, Abbie?" Miss Circle replied, her voice softening.

"I... I just wanted to say that... even though you can be really scary sometimes, I know it's only because you want what's best for me. And I appreciate that. I love you, Mom."

Miss Circle paused for a moment, her hand stilling in Abbie's hair. Then, with a gentle smile, she pulled him into a hug.

"I love you too, Abbie," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "More than anything in this world."

As they embraced, Abbie felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. No matter how tough things got, he knew that as long as he had his mom by his side, he could face anything.

With his hair finally tamed and his heart full, Abbie and Miss Circle headed off to school, knowing that no matter what challenges the day might bring, he would always have the love and support of his mom to see him through. And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't dread brushing his hair quite so much next time.

                          ╰┈➤ 【Ｔｈｅ　Ｅｎｄ】

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