years fussing over my hair. I seem to have spent most of the last few days having my head poked at. Anyway, they tried several methods. After Ibegged them to try flattening it anyway, they tried calming it down with more serum, but it started to just go all greasy and icky. Then they scraped it straight back from my face, but that didn’t work either.
‘I think it just highlights my unsymmetrical face,’ I said miserably.
Then they pouffed up the front in a sort of quiff.
‘That looks quite good,’ said Alice kindly.
‘Though,’ said Cass. ‘Um. It also makes you look a tiny bit like Vanessa. She does that with her hair.’
‘Try something else!’ I cried.
Eventually they sort of pulled it back and to the side, so it looked softer and not so scraped.
‘It does need quite a few pins,’ said Alice.
‘But I think it works,’ said Cass. ‘Doesn’t it?’
I suppose it does. I took all the pins out and tried to do it myself (it’s not like I’m going to have Cass and Alice around every day to be my personal hairdressers), and it looked a bit wonky but not too bad. Better than a giant eighties pouffy fringe, anyway. I tried washing my hair again when I got home and putting in lots of posh conditioner, but it didn’t make any difference; my fringe was still all big with a kink in it. Theymust have magical powers in that stupid hairdresser’s, I can’t see how they made it look normal for twenty-four hours.
So much for my dream of arriving at the summer camp with a glamorous new look, anyway. I’m now more likely to spend the entire thing wearing a hat. Though what sort of hat could I wear? If only it were a winter camp, then I could wear a beret or something and it wouldn’t look too bad. But most people don’t wear hats in the summer, do they? Unless they’re on a beach. I can hardly go around the college wearing a giant floppy sun hat. I’ll just have to spend this evening practising with my new packet of hair pins. Why did I ever think it was a good idea to get a stupid fringe? Everyone should have talked me out of it!
Week 6
I had to get up really early today to deal with my stupid fringe. I hoped it might have got nice and flat and sleek overnight, but it hasn’t. It still looks all puffy. So I tried to reproduce what Cass and Alice did last night, and, although it took ages and a lot of fiddling around with pins, I think it worked. Itdidn’t look totally freakish anyway. And I used Rachel’s brilliant mineral powder and my nice new posh lipstick so people would notice that instead of my weird hair.
Though to be honest, today was so much fun I actually forgot about my fringe after a while. This morning I met up with Alice, Cass and Richard, and we all walked down to the college together. The actual campus was huge, with loads of different buildings, which was all very confusing, and we ended up wandering around in circles until we found a ‘North Dublin Summer Arts Camp this way’ sign.
‘You’d think they’d have put these signs near the actual gates,’ said Cass grumpily. But she only sounded grumpy because she was feeling a bit nervous. As was I. I don’t even know why.
Anyway, we followed the sign and ended up at one of the biggest buildings. Seriously, it was about the size of our whole school, and it was just for arts stuff. And there’s a theatre somewhere on the campus as well.
When we went inside, there were loads of boys and girls milling around looking as confused as we felt. Lots of them looked a bit older than us, which made me feel even more nervous. But eventually we found a big noticeboard telling us where all the different groups were meeting up. All the bandswere told to go to the Orchestra Room.
‘Orchestra Room!’ said Cass. ‘That sounds very fancy.’
It wasn’t, though. It was just a big room with a grand piano and some chairs in it and loads of music stands piled up in a corner. We all sat down and looked around at our fellow
‘I think it just highlights my unsymmetrical face,’ I said miserably.
Then they pouffed up the front in a sort of quiff.
‘That looks quite good,’ said Alice kindly.
‘Though,’ said Cass. ‘Um. It also makes you look a tiny bit like Vanessa. She does that with her hair.’
‘Try something else!’ I cried.
Eventually they sort of pulled it back and to the side, so it looked softer and not so scraped.
‘It does need quite a few pins,’ said Alice.
‘But I think it works,’ said Cass. ‘Doesn’t it?’
I suppose it does. I took all the pins out and tried to do it myself (it’s not like I’m going to have Cass and Alice around every day to be my personal hairdressers), and it looked a bit wonky but not too bad. Better than a giant eighties pouffy fringe, anyway. I tried washing my hair again when I got home and putting in lots of posh conditioner, but it didn’t make any difference; my fringe was still all big with a kink in it. Theymust have magical powers in that stupid hairdresser’s, I can’t see how they made it look normal for twenty-four hours.
So much for my dream of arriving at the summer camp with a glamorous new look, anyway. I’m now more likely to spend the entire thing wearing a hat. Though what sort of hat could I wear? If only it were a winter camp, then I could wear a beret or something and it wouldn’t look too bad. But most people don’t wear hats in the summer, do they? Unless they’re on a beach. I can hardly go around the college wearing a giant floppy sun hat. I’ll just have to spend this evening practising with my new packet of hair pins. Why did I ever think it was a good idea to get a stupid fringe? Everyone should have talked me out of it!
Week 6
I had to get up really early today to deal with my stupid fringe. I hoped it might have got nice and flat and sleek overnight, but it hasn’t. It still looks all puffy. So I tried to reproduce what Cass and Alice did last night, and, although it took ages and a lot of fiddling around with pins, I think it worked. Itdidn’t look totally freakish anyway. And I used Rachel’s brilliant mineral powder and my nice new posh lipstick so people would notice that instead of my weird hair.
Though to be honest, today was so much fun I actually forgot about my fringe after a while. This morning I met up with Alice, Cass and Richard, and we all walked down to the college together. The actual campus was huge, with loads of different buildings, which was all very confusing, and we ended up wandering around in circles until we found a ‘North Dublin Summer Arts Camp this way’ sign.
‘You’d think they’d have put these signs near the actual gates,’ said Cass grumpily. But she only sounded grumpy because she was feeling a bit nervous. As was I. I don’t even know why.
Anyway, we followed the sign and ended up at one of the biggest buildings. Seriously, it was about the size of our whole school, and it was just for arts stuff. And there’s a theatre somewhere on the campus as well.
When we went inside, there were loads of boys and girls milling around looking as confused as we felt. Lots of them looked a bit older than us, which made me feel even more nervous. But eventually we found a big noticeboard telling us where all the different groups were meeting up. All the bandswere told to go to the Orchestra Room.
‘Orchestra Room!’ said Cass. ‘That sounds very fancy.’
It wasn’t, though. It was just a big room with a grand piano and some chairs in it and loads of music stands piled up in a corner. We all sat down and looked around at our fellow
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