Rachel always hated her forehead, especially when her mum cut her fringe. With only a pittance of a wage corners had to be cut. She wouldn’t have minded so much, but it was never straight. Even worse, the snipping wouldn’t stop until her fringe was like a ski slope. On the top a single strand, and at the bottom three badly cut layers.
The next day at school she wore a hat. When told to remove it she refused and got sent out of class. It was there she saw Kyle. Leant against the wall, with a scowl so fierce it blocked out the sun.
As she looked at his face, she noticed his forehead. Yet another bowl haircut from an inexperienced hairdresser. For the first time all day she smiled and finally removed her hat.
They bonded over a bad hair day, and years later could still laugh at their mum’s failed attempts at cutting hair.