This is half a memory and half fictional and is written for the 100 word challange.
Let me know what you think 🙂
My head ached with hair pulling tight at the roots. The points were sharp as the grip slid into place. Was I bleeding? It felt like she had shoved it into my skull. I fidgeted with nerves about my role in this event. My sister is full of joy, showing no sign of anxiety. My hair was finally all clipped into place and I happily escaped the chair. Looking in a mirror the pain became worth it, never had my hair had so much work done to it. I fretted that my cream outfit would be spoilt as we were rushed into the car.