Writing Club - Operation Bangs

Operation Bangs

“Time to go! I don’t want to be out late!”
“I’m coming! I just have to fix my hair again!”

Today was a normal busy day. I did the usual: got up, did some school, got dressed, did my hair, did more school, and whatever else came my way. By now it was around 4:00 p.m., and I had no clue how much I would change by night. I rushed downstairs, still putting the ponytail holder in my hair, and jogged outside to the car where Mom was waiting for me.
“Oh, you put your hair up again? Don’t we have an agreement that when we go out, you wear your hair down?”
“Mom, it’s so annoying when it’s down, and you agreed to that, I didn’t.”

We pulled into an A+ parking spot at Wal*Mart, and I glanced over at Fantastic Sam’s to see if it was busy. It had been 3 months since my last hair cut, and I was due. When we finished our shopping in Wal*Mart, I asked my mom if I could get my hair cut she quickly agreed, knowing that they would make sure my hair was down when I walked out. We walked inside and my mom put my name down on the waiting list while I got a hair book to look at while we waiting. As my Mom flipped through the pages, she kept pointing to different haircuts that she liked; I was wanting a change, but I wanted to make sure it would still go up. I didn’t like any of the hairstyles in the book so I decided to just stick with getting my ends trimmed. The beautician called my name and took me back where she washed my hair. As the girl washed, she asked how old I was and what school I went to and all the other normal annoying questions beauticians ask. When she was done washing my hair, she combed it out and then trimmed it. While still asking those annoying questions the entire time. While she was blow-drying my hair, I asked what she thought I would look like in bangs. She said that she didn’t think they would look bad since I have a long forehead. I decided, since bangs were coming back in, I would take a chance and try them. So she combed down my hair in front of my face, asked how long I wanted them, and *snip * my 7 long, hard years of growing my bangs out just ended with new, short, straight across, bangs. I had forgotten that I had to tell her I wanted them angled! I couldn’t believe what I had done! They looked terrible, no matter what my mom said or anyone else! They were awful. Depressed, I kept rubbing them trying to make them grow back out all the way home.

Through the next couple of days, I learned to deal with them. Now, every morning when I put my hair up, I wet my bangs, comb them back, and then spray them until I am positive they don’t show. Although this is a sad tale, there are lessons to be learned: 1. Make sure all of your hair goes up in a pony-tail. And 2. Don’t forget to tell the hairdresser what you really want.