Amanda

The Worst Haircut

Excitedly walking into ‘Kenneth’s Hair Salon’ I filled my mom in on exactly how I wanted my hair cut. Mom was very skeptical about it, she didn’t really trust me. But it was my birthday, so I got to decide how I wanted my hair cut. As I sat down in the big chair, I told the woman exactly how I wanted my hair done. Apparently, I shouldn’t have used the word ‘short’ to describe how I wanted my hair. I watched helplessly as 10 inches of my light brown hair fell to the ground. When the lady turned me around in the chair, I surveyed the damage carefully. She had gotten the layers right, but my hair barely reached my chin. After politely saying ‘thank you’, I walked crestfallen out to my mother. Her smile faltered for only a second, for she had seen something in my hair that I hadn’t. Because my hair was so short, we would have fun discovering how to do it, she explained later. We took a long week discovering how to do my hair then decided to try it out on my family. I wasn’t very confident about my hair, nor did I want to show my whole family it. Because she understood how nervous I was, my gracious aunt decided to help me out. She made my hair look really cute and my hair looked somewhat okay that summer. By the time school started again my hair had put on enough length to hide a tiny ponytail. Thank Goodness! I will never cut my hair that short again.