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.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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    1. Thank you. I know from experience about bad hair cuts. My mum never took me to a hairdresser when I was a kid because she needed to save money. I wouldn’t mind if she could cut hair, but she couldn’t. I hated going into school the next day.

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      1. Yeah, I can understand! Me and my sister always got scared when our dad used to take us for hair cut, we were so fond of long hair, you know! Our parents insisted on keeping short hair as we were children, and we were so conscious of our look the very next day at school!

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