"But I love your hair long!" Karrie argues picking up one of the strands the brush my waist.
"I'm not getting a bob Karrie. Maybe I could get mine trimmed similar to yours?"
She has great bangs and I've always wanted some.
"You mean we could twin? I don't know Savannah," she says skeptically. "You want to chop off
two thirds, but there's no going back if you don't like it."
"I know," I stress grabbing her hand and stomping to the hair shop.
I made the revelation this morning. With my parents gone, my mother's not here to try and
change my mind and despite Karrie's attempts the whole way over, I know I'm in need of a
change.
The door jingles as I open it and the smell of hairspray tinges my nose hairs. Lovely.
Some ladies are reading magazines and others have hair getting blo
