| Story I Wrote |
| Bad Hair Day The ice-cream was at my table. Large and green. As my eyes adjusted to the early morning light I noticed I was stearing at a bush. A great big bush about 30cm in diameter. Then it turned around. It was alive! "Hello son!", Dad yelled " My goodness what have u done with your hair?" My father was wearing a giant afro. Weird thing was that it was green. It looked almost identical to an ice-cream it was just splatted on his head. "Like my 'do?" He said smoothly. I was speechless. I couldn't say a thing. As the smell of breakfast filled the room just steared. I was stearing into nothingness. All of a sudden Mum whailed from the kitchen. "You two need to go to the supermarket". No way. I was not going to be seen in public with that. Well against my will I found myself in a car parked outside the supermarket. "Alright if I stay in the car ay Dad?" "What use will you be to me then? I need you to help carry stuff" There was no way getting out of it. I could see people stearing at the hair and at me. Probably thinking someting along the lines of "What a Freak!" or "Total Madness". So I went on to plan B. As there were many people shopping for goods, I tried to lose him in the swarm of people. It worked, well at least that's what I thought. I was walking down the aisle with chocolate and sweets in it. Then I felt a cold hand grab me on the shoulder. "There you are I've been looking all over for you" It was Dad again. He had found me. This time he he made sure I didn't get away. He held my hand. More embarrassment. I was turning a tomato-red. I could almost hear them taunting me. "Little wimpy-boy has to hold hands with the Freak wit green hair" This was chanting in my head all the way home. It was a silent ride home. Finally we got home. I told Dad all about it. I let loose. "Dad you have to get rid of your crazy hair". "I mean did you see all the people staring at you?" "Do you know it's not cool for a forty year old man to have bright green hair?" So I finally convinced him to change his hair style. He spent all night washing out the green dye. Next morning the ice-cream was at my table. Large and pink... |