"What have I done?" I worried to myself. I was generally such a goody-goody, I couldn't imagine why I was in trouble.
After the rest of the class left, she said, "I just wanted to ask you something. What did you do to your hair?"
"My hair?" I was mystified. I hadn't done anything to my hair.
"The streaks," she said. "The blonde streaks in the front. I want to do the same thing."
"Oh, well, nothing. It just is that way," I answered, disappointed that I couldn't help, but glad I wasn't in trouble.
I wonder if anyone will ask me now what I've done to get the silver threads in my hair.
1 comment:
HA. :) Once I was called to the principal's office while in middle school. I had NO idea what for-I was in a minor panic. When I got to the office, the principal handed Me a candy bar and a good citizenship certificate or something. Why do they DO those things to Us???? :)
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