Personal Narrative: How My Hair Changed My Life

My parents just moved to California from Ohio because my dad got a job offering. I was mad because she had to leave all of her friends behind. It was my junior year in high school. I was not nervous about moving at all since she was popular back in Ohio and thought it would be the same way in California. It took a full day of driving to get there. Once they got there, she got little nervous because she was going to go to a school where she knew no one.

Today is the day where I get to go to a new school and became popular again, I thought. I arrived at Valley High School to what I thought would be easy and become popular again, but I was wrong. No one wanted to be her friend and they all made fun of my hair. She ran to the bathroom and started to cry,

she had scissors in her backpack and got them out and started cutting my hair. Luckily, someone in the bathroom got a teacher before I could cut too much off. Now I’m sitting in the office waiting on my mom to come pick me up and take me to the hair salon, because I had to go to the office after I got caught cutting my hair off. The hairdresser fixed my brown hair and made me have bangs with big waves all over.
It’s Tuesday morning, time to get ready for school and see if anyone likes my hair now. I get dressed, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, and then get on the bus to go to school. I get on the bus and everyone but this one guy starts laughing. I arrive at school and everyone else starts laughing too, I gotta change my hair again thought Jamie. “Why doesn’t anyone like my hair? I gotta keep changing my hair until they like it so I can become popular again” I thought. School is over and now I get to go home where no one will laugh at me. I get home and tell my mom that we need to go to the hair salon again. My mom says “Why Sweetie?”
Jamie says, “Because the people at school hate my hair, so I’m gonna keep changing it until they like it so I can become popular again,
“But there was this one guy who didn’t laugh or say anything about it.”
“Maybe he likes you or maybe he just didn’t want to get involved because he thinks you look pretty no matter what” said my mom.
Mom and I go back to the hair salon, I pick the hairstyle that is blonde and straight.

We go home and I get ready for bed. “I’m feeling pretty confident about this one, but I doubt that anyone at Valley will like it”I thought. She wakes up and gets ready for school, I wonder how many people aren’t gonna like my hair this time I say.

I arrive at school and people are still laughing at my hair. I honestly don’t know what is so wrong with my hair. I actually liked this hairstyle but I got to go back to the hair salon. I get through the day, and I tell my mom that I need to go back to the hair salon one last time. If they don’t like it I don’t care, because I don’t need to keep changing my hair for people I don’t even know. Being popular isn’t worth changing my hair three times.

The bus drops me off at my house, I tell my mom that we need to go back to the hair salon.

“This is the last time I’m taking you to the hair salon,” said Mom. “If the kids at school don’t like my hair this time, then I’m done trying to impress them. It’s my hair not theirs so what do they care?” I said. We arrive at the hair salon, I picked out the hairstyle that was pink and straight. After the hairdresser did my hair, I fell in love with

it.
I get on the bus and no one laughs and everyone gives me compliments. The guy who didn’t laugh the one day come up to me and asked if I had a boyfriend, and if not, if he could be my boyfriend. His name was Nick. I asked him why he didn’t back me up when everyone was laughing, and he said because I didn’t want to get involved.
Well, you could have to shown me you actually liked me so I didn’t have to keep changing my hair, said Jamie.
Yeah, I could have; and “I liked you so you didn’t have to change your hair for everyone just to be popular, “ said Nick.
At the time, I thought being popular was more important but now I know it isn’t. I honestly just want to get through high school. After going through all that trouble it’s not worth it anymore.