I'm Not Cutting ItMature

"Please don't cut it," I begged as Louise stood behind me brandishing the scissors with a glee I wasn't comfortable with.

"We've got to do something with it Flo or they'll know it's you," Silas insisted.

"I know, but my hair is the one thing I'm proud of.  I'm like Sampson."


"You know, that guy from the Bible.   All his strength was in his hair so when some woman cut it off he was powerless.  Come on you must've heard of that one!"

"Stop being such a drama queen and let me cut your hair," Louise said, advancing on me with the scissors.

"Of all the people in this van to cut my hair, I am not going to let you hold the scissors."  Louise and I might have called a truce, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from telling her exactly what I thought.

"Fine!"  Louise said, putting the scissors down on the bed.  "But we're going to have to do something to your hair."

"Well you're going to have to get creative because I'm not cutting it."  I crossed my arms and sat back in the chair, a stubborn look on my face.

"What's going on?"  Harry asked suspiciously, looking at first Louise, then me, as he re-entered the van.  "I hope you two aren't fighting again."

"Not at all," Louise replied, forcing a smile.  "In fact we were just trying to decide what to do with Flo's hair.  What do you guys think would suit her?"

I squirmed at Louise's use of my familiar name.  Only my closest friends called me Flo and Louise certainly didn't fit into that bracket.  But I was determined not to let her win.  I was going to prove to her that I was the better person.

"Why don't you pixie cut it like A?"  Harry suggested.

"Are you mad?"  I exclaimed.  "Don't you remember the last time I had my hair cut short?  I looked like a beach ball."

"I don't remember that," Harry said.

"That's because she spent months wearing any hat she could," Aimee laughed.

"OK then," Harry said, putting his hands up defensively, "a short cut is out.  What else can we do with it?"

"I've got an idea," Aimee said, jumping up and down enthusiastically.  "We can dye it!"

"But we don't have any hair dye," I pointed out, secretly liking the idea of dying my hair a wacky colour.

"We can pick some up at the next convenience store.  Until then you can just keep your head down."

"I don't think we should be wasting all this time," Louise protested.  "It would be easier just to cut it instead of going on a wild goose chase for hair dye."

"Well I think it's a good idea," Harry said, supporting Aimee.  "It'll make her look very different."

"Fine," Louise said, "it's up to you guys."

Aimee immediately jumped into the driving seat and started up the engine before we knew it.  Ten minutes later we had stopped at a remote convenience store and Aimee was inside getting me some hair dye.

"This was all they had," she said coming back holding a box with a vibrant red-head on the front.  "I'm sure you'll make a stunning red-head."

Another half an hour later and I was at a deserted campsite, washing the dye out of my hair.

"I can't see a difference," Silas said as I emerged with dripping hair.

"That's because her hair's still wet," Aimee said.  "I'm sure it'll look awesome when it's dry."

"Well we'll just have to wait and see."

The End

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