What Happened To My Hair?

Hi, my name is Sarah Grace Harber, and I'm here to tell you about the time I had the worst hair day ever. 

“Ah, what a beautiful day it is here is Summersville. Okay Sarah Grace Harber, let’s see what today will bring?” I said as I galloped to the bathroom. “Oh my gosh! What’s wrong with my hair?!” I screamed. My hair was in knots and tangles. I had no clue what I was going to do. 

“Hello, I'm your worst nightmare,” said my hair. “What? since when can my hair talk?” I exclaimed. “Oh me, oh my, what do we have here? Looks like I'm going to ruin your day! Mwahahaha,” my hair replied. I just ignored my hair and continued to get ready. Little did I know that day was going to be the worst one yet to come. 

“Oh dear Honey, what happened to you?” my mom remarked. “Nothing, I.. it's nothing really. I promise. I'll just have to go to school looking like a hot mess,” I said. As I headed down the street, I got a lot of strange looks like, ‘What is up with this girls hair? And ‘Oh my goodness! She looks a mess!’ I was so embarrassed, but I had to go to school somehow. 

When I got inside the school, something really strange happened to me. I was walking down the hallway with my head to the ground. Next, someone or rather something tapped my shoulder. “ It's ok, don't be sad, be miserable.”  As anyone could NOT have expected, it was the hair. I really couldn't believe this was happening. What had I ever done to make this happen to me?! “ Ugh, can you just leave me alone, and please don’t do too much damage to the school.” I pleaded. “ Hahaha I can't make any promises,” said my hair menacingly again. I just rolled my eyes and kept on walking. 

Suddenly, I felt a weird knock on my back. It was Bella Wiley. She was kind of my enemy. “Really Harber, what was that for?” Bella chastised. “What are you talking about Bella? I didn't even know you were there; so stop blaming me for random stuff,” I argued. I was very nervous about what might happen next. “Wow Harber, you are such a terrible liar,” she bellowed. Then she started going around saying to watch out because I was randomly hitting people. 

I already knew what was going on. I quickly ran to the bathroom and started to yell at my hair. “Really, why did you hit her? She didn't even do anything. Yeah, I know we don't really like her but you should know not to hit someone.” I complained. “ Well I'm sorry I thought that if you didn't like her that meant I could do anything to her,” my hair decided to say. “ Hello are you okay in there? You sound like you are in a bit of a mess.” someone said. “ No, I'm fine.” I replied.  “ Why did you have to do this on the day of the dance?” I cried. My hair never answered me back which at this point was so weird.

I finally entered my Spanish class with every single eye looking in my direction. “Okay class, I want every one to work on their warm up while I get your assignment set up.” My Spanish teacher, Señor Rafael, said in Spanish. “ Si señor” the class replied.  Everyone except for my hair. “Ugh, Señorita Rafael is so annoying.” my hair  shouted in my voice. “ Oooooooooooooh'’ the classroom rang. “ Señorita? Sarah Grace Harber you know what happens when you disrespect the staff of Summersville Middle School, don't you?” asked Mr.Rafael. “No, no that wasn't me. I swear it was my hair.” I pleaded. “ Haha you think your going to do something Rafael Rubio,” my hair sassed as my teacher gave me the death stare. “To the principal's office now.” Mr.Rafael commanded. I quickly ran out of the room with oohs and snickers falling all over the room. I couldn’t believe the trouble I had gotten into. My principal told me I had to get my stuff and leave. I was suspended for a day. I tried so hard not to cry, but I couldn’t hold it in and cried on my way home. When I finally reached home, my mom was there. “Oh sweetie what’s wrong? Why are you crying,” she comforted me. “Well it turns out that my hair is out to get me,” I said pointing to  my hair. “My hair has been causing so much trouble and I’m having to deal with the consequences. I don’t know what to do,” I blubbered. “It’s okay sweet heart. I scheduled a hair appointment at four so we can get everything settled,” consoled my Mom. “The worst part about it is that I had a date and now I can't even go to the dance with him,” I said as more tears ran down my cheeks. “What are you talking about? Of course you can still go to the dance,” my mother insisted. I was so glad that she believed me because nobody else did, and I knew that if my dad wasn’t on this business trip then I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. “ Oh, thanks Mom. For everything, for loving me, and understanding.” I gushed as I ran to my Mom for a giant bear hug. “I love you, Sarah!” my Mother exulted. “ I love you too!” I said. 

Turns out my hair was listening. “Ugh, stop this sappy mess.” my hair said. I really just wanted it to shut up so I could enjoy the rest of my day. Later that day, I went to the hair salon. “Oof, looks like you are in a little bit of a hodgepodge here. Your hair is a real eyesore,” the stylist remarked. My hair said,“Hey watch it toots, you don’t know what I’m capable of.” “Whoa, we’re in a difficult situation here,” said the hairstylist. “ Yup, I want you to chop it all off,” I blurted out. “All of it!” 

That is exactly what she did, and I loved it. She put my hair in layers and curled it. She also cut off all of the bad parts of my hair, especially the parts that talk. “Wow, its beautiful. I can’t believe you did this, thank you,” I exclaimed. Then we left and got dressed.

My dress was beautiful and long with pink and silver sparkles. I looked fabulous. “Wow, Sarah you look amazing!” Milo cooed. 

He is my husband now, but back “then” he was my date to the dance. He was such a romantic. Anyway, Milo and I walked into my school dance. Everyone was staring at us but not because of my hair. “Thanks for taking me to the dance, I really appreciate having such a nice friend to go with me.” I flirted. “Oh, no problem you’ve been my best friend since we were three. Why wouldn’t I say yes?” Milo said. We spent the whole night talking about the past. It was really fun, and I even talked with Bella a little. She can be nice when she wants too. “Thanks for such a wonderful night,” I said, blushing so hard you could see the color in the night sky. “You’re welcome, again. Do you think I could come in? I haven’t talked to your mom in so long.” he asked. Of course I said yes. Milo came in and started talking with my mom. When he left, I went to my bedroom to think. Because after that wonderful evening, I had to take it all in. “Oh my goodness, that was the most fun I have had since forever,” I told myself. “Fun, huh?”  “OH NO. NOT AGAIN!” I exclaimed. It was my hair. “NOOOO” I shuddered. 

So that’s why I made this appointment for therapy. My hair is giving me so much grief. 

So that is why I made this therapy appointment. Sara Grace Harber is giving me grief. 

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrr” I growled. Get rid of this mess. I need you to. I can’t live another second with this maniac.