MY HAIRCUT ESSAY

Lauryn-Elizabeth Dewberry

September 2010

Chapter 1

Snip! Snip! That’s the sound of my hair being cut! I will never forget the afternoon I got my super best haircut.

I was so happy when school was out for the weekend! I was going to kick my shoes off and watch TV. when I got home. Well, I thought I was going home. You know, until we turned in the wrong direction! Oh, no! We only come this way for one reason, to get my hair cut. Gulp, I had been trying to convince my mom to let me get a really short haircut but I never thought it would happen! I thought it would be fun to get it cut so short, but now I felt nauseas. All I could hear in my head was “Snip! Snip! Cut! Cut! Itch! Itch!” I’m bald! Would I really become bald? I hoped my imagination was wrong, but it didn’t matter. We were walking in the barbershop.

Oh, no! I saw so much hair on the on the ground! I just knew I was going to be bald! In fact, so much hair was on the floor, I slipped on it. Ouch! “Mama, I don’t want my hair so short!” But she didn’t hear me. She was talking to the hairdresser about how short I wanted it. Oh No! It was all over because before I knew it, I was in the barber seat.

“Mrs. Stephanie,” I said over the horror that I was feeling. “I’m scared about getting my hair cut so short. I still want my hair cut that short, just don’t make me bald!”

“What are you talking about” Mrs. Stephanie said. “I’m not going to make you bald! I promise you will look just fine.”

“Ok then, you get those scissors and start cutting away,” I said, more confident than I had before.

Chapter 2

After that all I could do was listen to her cut off what felt like 7 inches, and stare at the hair covering the floor. Is this really happening? Did I let her cut my hair? Snip, snip, cut, cut! This time I imagined I would love it. Would I really love it? I truly hope so.

“Mrs. Stephanie, are you almost done?” I said hoping she was. “I really want to see what I look like.” Just a few more cuts. Snip! Snip! “Please be done, because, well, for some crazy reason I could not bear it any longer.

Suddenly, I felt that she was done and “Wa La!” She said, letting me look in the mirror. As I turned to the mirror, I felt so excited. When I turned to the mirror, I didn’t know what to say. All that came out was, “I love it so much! How could you do any better?” It was just perfect. Why was I so scared about it? I mean, big deal if it was bad, but the best part was that it wasn’t! I was sure that I didn’t have to wear a hat to a wig. It was great! Everyone at school would be surprised at how good it looked. No, no, they would be jealous at how good it looks.

“Thanks,” I said. “It couldn’t be better!”