Essay About Moving Away

“Ethan, you do not have to cut your hair, it is just a silly tradition. Don’t let them pressure you into doing something that you don’t wish to do,” she said.

“No, you obviously thought it was a good idea to dye your hair that very subtle shade of pink. So why would I want to get rid of them?” Jon stood up and tried to reach around me for the phone.

Eventually, I hear Andrea call from the dining area. “Dinner is ready! And Molly, may I have a word with you?” I’m shocked when I glance at the clock to see that two hours have passed. Talking with Josie came so easily and naturally, like I was catching up with an old friend. I hug Josie goodbye and thank her for her hard work on my newly styled hairdo. To some, it may have just looked like an uneven braid, but to me and Josie, my hair resembled that of a glamorous

"Do you know the answer dearie?" Mother pride for an answer, and braided threads of my thick black hair into a complex plait.

“Don’t worry. You’ll love it.” While her voice was light and cheerful there was finality to her words. “Did you get a chance to try the dress on again? It’s so beautiful.”

‘B..b..but...’ He couldn’t think of any more excuses and he closed his eyes as she finished trimming his new fringe. His poor hair. It had taken him years to grow.

“Alright.” He placed his hand on top of her head and worked his fingers into her hair, down to her scalp. Breanna grimaced.

“What did you do, babe?” I turn to Alessandra while trying to hold back the urge to pull my damn hair out.

Some of my clothes fit her, and some of hers fit me. Of course, I would never wear any of her apparel (purple jeans and panda t-shirts really aren’t my style), but she definitely enjoys the clothes in my closet.

"Spend that time doing your hair, I think it needs this consultation more than me." I growl, flinging the door open, and marching out.

“Don’t bother with that.” She flicked a lock of black, wavy hair out of that pretty face of hers, but her ice-blue eyes narrowed. He girded his loins for an onslaught of chastisement that he had coming. “I heard about your problem.”

“Oh, look!” squealed Raven, pointing over in a direction of what looked like a hair salon. “There’s a hair dying booth! I think you should get a red streak.” Unsure, I patted down my bob of brown concisiously. Hair dying? I wasn’t sure Dad would appreciate that. Is this what Raven meant by “shopping?” Completely changing my look around just for her? What was I, not good enough for her? ”I dunno,” I said, “I kinda like my hair now...” Raven rolled her eyes and swatted me gently. “Oh, shut up, Elle. Don’t you want to fit in with ME and my pals? Plus, your hair style is soo immature right now. You look like some kind of girl who does charity work and babysits.” I bite one of my nails. “Um. Okay. Yeah, I guess I’ll get one.” I begin shifting around

Dressed in her plaid apron, Amelia swipes her hands across the pockets before rushing out to greet me. “Ivy! It’s so good to see you, honey.” Her motherly glance sweeps me from head to toe. “Look at you, getting prettier by the day! And, you’re just in time for dinner.” Amelia’s golden curls graze my shoulders as she draws me in for a tight hug. Obviously, you didn’t have to look very far for the source of Harry’s curls or Niall’s color.

“So you’re gonna have to stay here okay?” My eyes flitter to the man talking and I feel a twinge of fear because I don’t know him at all.

“I am not finished with my hair!” she yelled down the stairs. “Mom, will you look for my black boots? These brown ones look seriously hideous with my outfit.” While her mom searched, Penelope finally came strolling down the stairs, her long brown hair curled to perfection. She snatched her black Uggs from her mom and threw on a sweater with her leggings and flannel button-up