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A Sticky Situation

She stared at her self in the mirror. Her long, brown and red tinted hair flowed down her shoulders. "Okay young lady, are you sure about this?" the barber held up a sharp, shiny pair of scissors with a blue handle. "Positive." The man began to cut at the girls hair. inch by inch, she watched each long strand fly dowh her barber's gown. She looked at her dark brown eyes in the mirror. Maybe this is a bad idea, she thought. She began to think of different scenes in her head. Some were real actors and actresses, saying real scripts and playing the part. Some were some she created, like worm weddings and children climbing trees in their grandmothers backyard as part of the congregation of the wedding. She felt a cold breeze on the back of her neck from a blow dryer. She couldn't dare to look back up in the mirror. She was nauseous from excitement. A cold, wrinkly hand touched her neck. Her mother's. "Well, um, dear. What do you think?" She looked at her ear-length long hair. it was wavy, like the waves on an ocean on a summer day. it was short, but not a pixie cut, which is just what she wanted. They got the gum out of her hair, which was nice as well. She nodded, and her mother left to the front counter to pay. As she staired in the mirror, she heard the barber come up behind her. "Are you sure you wanted it like that? Your mother doesn't look to happy about it."
"Of course I am..." the girl paused for a moment. "Does it look bad?" she heard her voice crack as she said it. "Oh no, it looks great." She sighed a sigh of relief.
"I just didn't want your mother thinking it was not a suitable haircut for a young lady like yourself." I looked at him like he was from another planet. Of course he would do this. It was like a routine for her. Everything she did, everywhere she went, she was questioned. Just because she was upper class, she had to act like she was better than everyone else. That's why she put the gum in her hair. She wanted an excuse to cut it. She hated her long hair. It felt long, awkward, and she felt as though she had to carry it around like Rapunzel. She heard her mother call after her, and she ran to the door. As she was, she heard a whistle behind her. The man who had cut her hair tossed her two quarters. She stared at him a moment, and he winked at her and smiled.