( Shauna is age 15.)
"Shauna! Come down for Supper!" My mother yelled from downstairs. Shauna. I hate that name. Never knew why, I just don't think it fits me that well. I pulled my, quite long, hazel hair in a pony-tail and tucked it in the back of my jacket. I hate my long hair. It annoys me to the point where i'm going to attempt to cut it. 'I might ask mum if i can cut my hair..' I thought, my mum never liked short hair on me. I'm going to ask her anyways.
"Hi mum," I chirped out. "Finally decided to join us, sweet heart?" My mum responded; i assume she's in a good mood, this is a perfect time to ask. "what's for supper? i'm starving."
She responds with, "Oh it's a roast, it took about an hour. We can wait for it to cool down though. About 3 or 4 minutes." I understood, i never liked her food hot. "Hey mum, could i cut my hair?" She looked my way, and just stared. "Like a trim? I can call and make an appointment if you need me t-" I interrupted her.
"No, like really short. To my shoulders short." I gulped, because i knew her answer. No. "Sure. You're 15 now, i should let you do what you please. Now don't go wild because i said that. I'll make you an appointment at Mrs. Stella's. Since she's a friend we'll get a discount. We could go tomorrow if you like."
"Wait, really?" I was awestruck. I ran to her and hugged her. "Thanks, Mum." I nuzzled my head into her chest, then ran back upstairs.
I can't believe she's letting me do it! I hurried over to my phone, and texted my friend Mark. He's one of the jocks at my school. He's buff, plays football, and gets all the girls. I opened up kik and texted him.
Shauna💭 is typing..
Shauna💭: Hey Mark! Guess what!
Mark👾: What Shau?
His nickname for me is Shau, and I like that name better then my actual name. Shauna.
Shauna💭: Im getting my hair cut short! Like to my shoulders! It's gonna be awesome!
Mark👾: Like.. a boy haircut? You're a girl though. But not girly. Like, can i get a picture and see?
Shauna💭 sent an image.
