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Wow. What a
lot of Work a Makeover is.
"So," Yuki
said, "what do you think? Joe won't mistake you for his baby sister
now!"
"But what
will he mistake me for?" I muttered.
I grabbed
for a washcloth but Mom yelled, "Nova! You're late for the library!" She
knocked on the door, then yanked it open.
Mom actually
cried when she saw me. And those were not tears of joy. "What in the
world got into you?" was the mildest of what she said.
"They're
dreds, Mom," I defended myself although WHY? Now I felt like I
couldn't wash my face or try to fix myself back to normal, as much as I
was dying to, because it would somehow prove Mom was right. How twisted
was that?
Yuki said,
"I think she looks cool!"
Mom and I
stared at her.
"Well, I got
to be going!" Yuki said cheerfully. And she was out of there.
"How much
did Yuki cut off?" Mom sniffled. "You don't even look like a ballerina
any more."
And that,
although I hated to make Mom cry, actually made me happy. I guess
there's a bright side to everything, even having your hair look about
four inches long because it's so "dreadful."
"I've got to
run, Mom! Library!"
Then I had
to come back inside and ask her for a ride, because I couldn't shift
bike gears with my long shocking-pink claws. In the car, I had to ask
Mom to fasten my seatbelt, because I couldn't do it because of my nails.
And when I went to brush my dreads out of my face, I nearly poked my eye
out. How do glamorous women function in the world? |
