‘On your own head be it. Literally,’ she added. But I refused to laugh at her terrible jest.
Alice was slightly more supportive of my great reinvention plan. But only slightly.
‘Well, if you don’t like it, you can grow it out,’ she said. She didn’t sound as if she thought I actually would like it, though.
Anyway, perhaps in the past I would have been persuaded by all of this, but somehow it has just made me even moredetermined to do it. I asked Mum if she’d give me money to get my hair cut and she said she would.
‘It could do with a bit of a trim, you’ve got some split ends,’ she said, rudely. Really, she has no manners. I told her about my fringe plan, and she liked the idea, though not for a particularly good reason.
‘You looked lovely with your fringe when you were little,’ she said. This is a total lie, obviously. But maybe it just means I will look brilliant with a proper fringe as a sophisticated teenager?
Quite a nice lazy day today. The weather was really nice so I spent ages just lying out in the back garden on a blanket, reading and listening to Best Coast on my iPod. I was actually in the mood for it, unlike Saturday. I generally like lazing around doing nothing when I know I could actually go and do something if I really wanted to. It’s just boring when you feel you don’t have a choice. I was reading a brilliant book called
Howl’s Moving Castle
. It’s set in a magical world, and the heroine is a teenage girl who gets turned into a hideous oldlady, but, although that sounds pretty grim, it is very funny and exciting.
Anyway, I won’t have much time to laze around like this next week because I will be rocking at the rock camp all day, so I am enjoying it while I can. And tomorrow I am getting my hair cut. I am a bit nervous but I have a good feeling about it. I flicked over some of my hair in front of my forehead to make it look like a fringe today and I think it really suited me. And that was just a fake fringe! Surely a real one will be even better.
I have a fringe! And it is all sleek and flat and I love it! I look like a whole new glamorous person. I was a bit nervous in the hairdresser’s this morning when she started chopping off the front of my hair and I could see long locks of it falling on my lap, but she spent ages trimming and shaping and spraying and drying it and when it was all finished I just stared at my reflection in amazement.
‘Do you like it?’ said the hairdresser, whose name was Cliona.
‘I love it!’ I said. And I did. I can’t remember when I’d ever actually felt so pleased after getting my hair cut. Usually I’m just relieved it hasn’t all gone horribly wrong. I met Cass, Alice and Jane afterwards, and Cass had to eat her words.
‘Okay, okay,’ she said. ‘You were right. It does look good. Cliona has worked her magic.’
‘You look kind of French,’ said Alice, ‘which is a good thing. Like you should be scooting around Paris on a moped.’
‘Welcome to the world of fringes,’ said Jane, who has always had a nice, well-behaved fringe.
‘I’m starting to feel left out,’ said Alice. ‘Maybe I should get one too?’
‘Then we really would look like we had band hair,’ said Cass.
‘True,’ said Alice. ‘Okay, I won’t.’
Alice has trouble-free hair anyway, thanks to her mum, who has blonde shiny locks which Alice has inherited. Both she and Jane always look very well put together, unlike me. I always seem to be a tiny bit scruffy. But not anymore! Now I have my French Girl Fringe. Even Rachel admitted it looked good when I got home.
‘Wow,’ she said. ‘That really suits you.’
‘You don’t have to sound so surprised,’ I said.
‘God, can’t you take a compliment gracefully?’ she said, and stomped off. But she’s just in a bad mood because her saintly boyfriend Tom is going on holiday with his parents tomorrow . Even Mum making a delicious casserole for dinner didn’t cheer her up.
OH MY GOD.
Alice was slightly more supportive of my great reinvention plan. But only slightly.
‘Well, if you don’t like it, you can grow it out,’ she said. She didn’t sound as if she thought I actually would like it, though.
Anyway, perhaps in the past I would have been persuaded by all of this, but somehow it has just made me even moredetermined to do it. I asked Mum if she’d give me money to get my hair cut and she said she would.
‘It could do with a bit of a trim, you’ve got some split ends,’ she said, rudely. Really, she has no manners. I told her about my fringe plan, and she liked the idea, though not for a particularly good reason.
‘You looked lovely with your fringe when you were little,’ she said. This is a total lie, obviously. But maybe it just means I will look brilliant with a proper fringe as a sophisticated teenager?
Quite a nice lazy day today. The weather was really nice so I spent ages just lying out in the back garden on a blanket, reading and listening to Best Coast on my iPod. I was actually in the mood for it, unlike Saturday. I generally like lazing around doing nothing when I know I could actually go and do something if I really wanted to. It’s just boring when you feel you don’t have a choice. I was reading a brilliant book called
Howl’s Moving Castle
. It’s set in a magical world, and the heroine is a teenage girl who gets turned into a hideous oldlady, but, although that sounds pretty grim, it is very funny and exciting.
Anyway, I won’t have much time to laze around like this next week because I will be rocking at the rock camp all day, so I am enjoying it while I can. And tomorrow I am getting my hair cut. I am a bit nervous but I have a good feeling about it. I flicked over some of my hair in front of my forehead to make it look like a fringe today and I think it really suited me. And that was just a fake fringe! Surely a real one will be even better.
I have a fringe! And it is all sleek and flat and I love it! I look like a whole new glamorous person. I was a bit nervous in the hairdresser’s this morning when she started chopping off the front of my hair and I could see long locks of it falling on my lap, but she spent ages trimming and shaping and spraying and drying it and when it was all finished I just stared at my reflection in amazement.
‘Do you like it?’ said the hairdresser, whose name was Cliona.
‘I love it!’ I said. And I did. I can’t remember when I’d ever actually felt so pleased after getting my hair cut. Usually I’m just relieved it hasn’t all gone horribly wrong. I met Cass, Alice and Jane afterwards, and Cass had to eat her words.
‘Okay, okay,’ she said. ‘You were right. It does look good. Cliona has worked her magic.’
‘You look kind of French,’ said Alice, ‘which is a good thing. Like you should be scooting around Paris on a moped.’
‘Welcome to the world of fringes,’ said Jane, who has always had a nice, well-behaved fringe.
‘I’m starting to feel left out,’ said Alice. ‘Maybe I should get one too?’
‘Then we really would look like we had band hair,’ said Cass.
‘True,’ said Alice. ‘Okay, I won’t.’
Alice has trouble-free hair anyway, thanks to her mum, who has blonde shiny locks which Alice has inherited. Both she and Jane always look very well put together, unlike me. I always seem to be a tiny bit scruffy. But not anymore! Now I have my French Girl Fringe. Even Rachel admitted it looked good when I got home.
‘Wow,’ she said. ‘That really suits you.’
‘You don’t have to sound so surprised,’ I said.
‘God, can’t you take a compliment gracefully?’ she said, and stomped off. But she’s just in a bad mood because her saintly boyfriend Tom is going on holiday with his parents tomorrow . Even Mum making a delicious casserole for dinner didn’t cheer her up.
OH MY GOD.
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