This morning I was brushing my hair when my mom started to talk about grey hair and stress. Immediately, I saw a lot of silver lightings on my hair. I plucked a few innocent pieces of hair out. My mom slapped me, and told me it was bad luck, and that I was crazy. Not of to a good morning... Now I regret it, because my head still hurts, and I feel kinda bald. Call me a wacko!
One of my best friends sent me a picture she found online for my B-day.
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