Aaaargggg!!! I just wanted to scream! This situation is impossible! Oh and no I'm not about to get eaten alive, murdered, or my mother is drowning....It's my damn hair! Currently, I'm hogging the bathroom, attempting to resolve my impossible frizzy and bushy ends. I can only assume that this is my punishment for every sin I've ever committed, despite the fact that I actually went to church yesterday. I began to brainstorm ideas, still starring at myself in the mirror. Wait I have an idea, maybe I need to pray...yeah... So here goes nothing.... "Dear God please forgive my sins and make my hair extremely sexy." slowly, I opened one eye and peaked at my hair through the mirror. I stared at the ends of my hair in disbelief. " Nope, guess we are going to have to do this the hard way" I muttered to myself. I closed my eyes and wished for my raw will, while exclaiming, "For hair that shines, where snow might fall, make kittens fly and pansies crawl!" A strong warmth rushed through me, as the temperature in the room dropped to a frigid cold and goose bumps rushed up and down my body. Once I opened my eyes, not only did the temperature return to normal, but so did my hair. Let's just say that this is a story about love, school, boys, and just a hint of magic. More specifically me being a witch. A witch being, a broom riding, spell chanting 14 year old, not a cranky old lady that lives with no one but her 30 cats. I Jade Brown am a typical Glinda the Good witch, and this is my story.
