Today I woke up as happy as I have ever been before. It is my favorite day of the year. I was not my birthday but I did celebrate it as one. You see for years I have gotten together with my best friend Felica exactly two weeks from the day of my birthday. The reason for this is we like our birthdays to last a long time and so once the buzz dies out, it's time to have the best possible time.
I have known Felica since I was three and have been doing this tradition since before I can remember. In our tradition we always get each other something really special and from all of our friends. It usually takes months to decide what we are going to get for each other. Luckily her birthday isn't for another six months.
As I was getting ready I was wondering what she could have possible gotten. I figuered it couldn't be jeans because I have like twenty pairs of two hundred dollar pairs of jeans, which by the way I got a new pair for my birthday which I am wearing. Anyway, that couldn't be special enough. I know she wouldn't get me a top because all I ever wear are tank tops, today a pretty pink one, and besides I have one in ever color. As I was wondering I put on my new silver necklace that my sister got me for my big eighteen and took my long brown hair out of its clip.
My hair had always been long. All the way down to my mid back with long layers I thought it was my best feature. The people I know however think it's either my blue eyes or my smile. They say it's a cute kind of innocent smile. But that's just me, I'm never riskay or anything, I'm just a country girl that has never changed much but with age. Why would I change me? I like me for who I am. I never go for a maincure or pedicure, why? Every girl said my boyfriend was so lucky. They said I was the hot girlfriend that was zeron maintence.
When I was waiting for Felica to come I saw the photo of her on my nightstand when we were at an amusement park. She was pretty. She had light blonde hair that barely grazed her shouldners and a slender body. She was like my sister.
Just as I began to fall into the looking at old pictures trance, the doorbell rang. It was time for my real birthday celebration.
"Hey GIRL!" Felica screamed at me as she ran into my house and gave me an enormous hug.
"Hey, so what are we doing today?" I asked
"Molly, Molly, Molly, do you think I would let you down?" Felica asked
"I don't doubt you for a second" I responed
"Well then here you go!"
She handed me an envelope. AN ENVELOPE. Which meant she really didn't care and she just got me money. I should have doubted her. I guess she could tell that I was upset because she screamed at me to just open the damn envelope. So I did. It was a coupon for a free makeover.
"What is this?" I asked
"All of us decided that you have never been pampered and never changed, so we decided that I am going to do it for you" Felica said
"Cool, where are we going to get me 'made over'?" I asked her
"No where, I am doing it." Felica said
"Oh, ok then. Where do you want to my nails and stuff?" I asked
"Let's just go in your room and I'll get all the stuff, just wait. I'll be up in a second" Felica said
"Whatever you say" I told her as I went to sit on my bed
I trusted her, kinda. She was my best friend forever and I knew she would never do anything to hurt me. Besides, how bad could getting my nails done and then going to a salon for a little trim be?
She inturruped my thoughts again as she came in with a towel and some red nail polish.
She quickly painted my nails and I waited for them to dry.
"Are those new jeans?" Felica asked
"Yeah, they're Sevens" I responded
"Oh, how much were these?" Felica asked again
"About two hundred" I said
"Oh, so cheap ones for you. Can I try them on?" Felica asked
"Now?" I asked with a curious tone
"I guess so" I told her
I took off my jeans leaving me pretty much exposed except for the white thong I was wearing.
"So, about your wardrobe" Felica said
"What about it?" I asked
"Nothing. It's just kinda plain. I'm gunna freshen it up for ya" Felica responed
"Oh so we're going to the mall?" I asked
Felica smiled and said, "No"
"Then what?' I aked her
Felica then walked over to my desk and grabbed a pair of big orange scissors off my desk.
"What are you doing?" I asked
"Relax" was all Felica said
She then took the scissors and picked up my jeans. I started to get worried. She made a first cut right below the croch line.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" I screamed at her
"You need to dress more like an eighteen year old and not like an eight year old." Felica said as she kept cutting away at my brand new two hundred dollar pair of jeans. Once she was done she threw them back at me with the ends all frayed. They were so small and tight.
"I feel like Daisy Duke" I told her
"Good. That means that you feel hot" Felica said
"I guess so" I responded not thinking about it that way
"Now for your hair" Felica said
"What salon are we going to?" Asking her the obvious question
"No where silly, have you not learned. Everything is being done here" Felica responded
"You've never even cut hair before" I said nervously
"Just put this around you" Felica said throwing me a towel
I obliged. I put the towel around me and took my locks and draped them down the back. I guess I trused her, she was my best friend, and besides I could use a trim.
"You ready?" Felica asked
"How much you cutting off?" I asked
"Just relax, would I do anything to make you hate me?" Felica asked
"I guess not" I said "Go ahead"
Felica started brushing out my long hair and it felt so good. No one ever does that for me. She then picked up the same orange scissors she massecred my jeans with and that's when I started to get nervous. She walked in front of me and grabbed the left side of my hair that was hanging in front of me. I closed my eyes as I felt the scissors touch my hair. While cringed I wondered why it was so hard to just trim the ends. Was my hair that tough? I open my eyes only to see that all of my long locks were now on the floor! I was stunned. I went up to see just how much she cut and it was at my chin! I didn't say anything because I promised I wouldn't I just stared at my wall trying to watch her with my eyes. Everytime I looked I saw my favorite part of me flying to the ground in long strands. I couldn't help but to shed a tear. My hair felt really light. I didn't know what to expect, my hair was gone. It took like an hour of my hair hitting the ground before she finally said the words I had been waiting for.
"All done" Felica said
I got up and more of what used to be my long hair hit the floor. I look in my floor length mirror and I don't even recognize myself. She had cut off all my hair to a chin length bob with some layers. It did look pretty and healthy it just didn't look like me.
I woke up a simple country girl not wanted to reveal much with the standard girly girl long hair. Now I have short shorts showing off my legs and hair that only supermodels wear. I simply could not believe it.
Later that night when I was getting ready for bed, I realized I didn't have to spend all this time getting my hair ready for bed. This made me feel a little better about my change. In my diary that night instead of putting all the details all I wrote was:
This was "A Birthday to Remember."