As I look into the mirror I see my curly dark hair. I see the pin curls I learned to love. At the end of each spiral I can see the tips curling up like the sides of a smile. Admiring my hair makes a smile bubble onto my own face, a stranger this smile is. I turn my head and as I do a strand of hair is exposed. It is straight. Not just straight, but lifeless. Damaged by heat.
Something comes over me. Something inside me is bubbling. Not like the beautiful smile. Nothing like the loving administration that was once there. As I looked into the mirror, someone is screaming "DAMAGED. DAMAGED. DAMAGED!"
I grab the pair of scissors and I cut off the lifeless strand of hair. I take a deep breath as I look at the hair in my hand. And a more softer hush fills my head. "how could you?how could you?"
I begin to panic.
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Non-FictionA collection of thoughts and ramblings from my sophomore year of high school
