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THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE GIRL

“Oh, I don’t know... she seems tired, and I think she’ll be going to
work any minute.”

“Then she could just drop us there. We could take a bus back—or

call my dad to bring us back since he finishes work late,” Madelyn
suggested.

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” I said.
“Great! Let’s go,” Elisha said, grabbing her phone.

When we reached, we walked in—and boy, was the place packed!
About fourteen people and four hairstylists were there.

“I guess we won’t finish soon,” Elisha said, looking around.

I went to the counter and booked a service. The lady at the desk
told us we’d be called in about fifteen minutes.

“Fifteen minutes?!” Madelyn exclaimed.

“We won’t even be done by seven p.m.,” Elisha added.
“It’s fine, guys. Let’s just wait in the waiting room,” I said.

After waiting and waiting, it was finally our turn. While we were
getting our hair done, I could see in the mirror that the hairstylists were

only working on the ends of our hair. Then they washed and dried it—
and after all that work, it was done. Our hair looked so beautiful! I loved

it.

“Wow, this is some really good makeover,” Madelyn said,
touching her hair.

“Yeah,” Elisha said, surprised.
My hair was light yellow at the ends, Elisha’s was light pink, and

Madelyn’s was light blue.

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