"Kendall! If you don't get your butt down here in the next five seconds, I am leaving without you."

"I'm coming mom, hold on a second!"

I was trying to fix my hair before school, but it was not cooperating. I hated my hair. Sometimes I wish I was a boy, for that very reason.

It's not fair, they can cut their hair real short, and they don't have to ever worry about it. Heck, they don't even have to brush it!

Ugh! My hair is impossible. I squirted some gel into my hands, and tried to weave it into my head. All it did was make my hands sticky, and now my hair looked greasy.

I groaned.

"Kendall!"

My mom is not a very patient person.

I ignored her threats and focused my attention back to my head.

It looked like an animal crawled in there, and died.

I screamed in frustration.

My eye caught a glimpse of something shiny.

Scissors.

I grabbed them, along with a huge chunk of my hair.

"Snip."

I crazed smile spread across my face, my head felt considerable lighter.

That was before I saw myself in the mirror.

I felt as if something was lodged into my throat.

Half of my hair was gone.

What had I done!

What had I done?