Scissor Shivers
The doorbell “rings” as we walk in the beauty parlor. “ I am starting middle school in two weeks.” “ What if my hair looks bad for the starting of my middle school years.” “ I really want to make a good impression.”If everyone sees me walking around with a bald .spot I’ll be a joke.” I don't want to look like a clown.”
“Alyssa” calls my hairdresser.” Come sit in this chair sweetie.” She cleans her tools and rags.
“Okay” I murmur. I sit in the big black chair as she prepares her tools for cutting. My mind was having a discussion.” Was it going to look good?” “Is it going to look terrible?” “ I don't know will it look okay?” I mumble out loud.” Will it really look
The doorbell “rings” as we walk in the beauty parlor. “ I am starting middle school in two weeks.” “ What if my hair looks bad for the starting of my middle school years.” “ I really want to make a good impression.”If everyone sees me walking around with a bald .spot I’ll be a joke.” I don't want to look like a clown.”
“Alyssa” calls my hairdresser.” Come sit in this chair sweetie.” She cleans her tools and rags.
“Okay” I murmur. I sit in the big black chair as she prepares her tools for cutting. My mind was having a discussion.” Was it going to look good?” “Is it going to look terrible?” “ I don't know will it look okay?” I mumble out loud.” Will it really look