Hair

I have always had pin straight hair. I love it now but when I was younger it was a different story. Almost everyone in my family has wavy or curly hair, so I grew to wonder why I didn’t. I would spend nights trying to find ways to curl my hair but it never stuck. As I got older I started wanting to experiment with my hair more. I wanted to get layers, something that would give more dimension and life to my hair. Every time I would go to a salon I would be told that the layers wouldn’t look natural and they would be choppy if I didn’t style it. I didn’t want to have to style it. I wanted it to look like it did on all my other friends. When I got into high school my opinion on my hair changed. It got longer, and I found a way of cutting it that I liked. I got more confident in my hair and I learned to be happy with the simplicity of it. Even though it was the bane of my existence when I was younger, it has grown to be something i love.

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My second set of stitches

The events in this story happened after my last story’s events so I suggest you read that one first. After I had healed from jumping into the hot tub. It was a rainy day in my home town, so my PE class was being held in the school gym instead of on the field where it usually was held. We got there and were instructed to take our shoes off so that we didn’t get the floor of the gym wet and slippery, this was a big mistake in my opinion because I kept my socks on. We were doing fun things like dodgeball and just passing the balls, but the problem arose when we started to throw some things in the air and catching them. As I was doing this I somehow made it over to the pile of shoes. I threw the little sheet thing in the air up and ran forward tripping over the shoes and falling forward onto my face. I just so happened to fall right on my freshly healed chin splitting it open again. I remember feeling the sting that happens when I had gashed my chin before. I grabbed it like I had before to keep the blood in but I looked and saw the puddle of blood on the ground and I knew that it was bad. I rushed to the nurses where they called my mom and told me I needed stitches. There is still blood stains on the floor from that event almost eleven years ago.

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