Mint Chocolate
The story was originally written in my native language . I hope it will not be difficult to read .
Living in California was a very good experience for me. I learnt a lot after living there for almost 2 years. But sooner or later I had to go back home to my homeland – back to Texas.
In California, I became friends with a girl named Jannette. She’s an incredible girl. She owns her own beauty salon and is a great hairdresser herself.
Before I left, I decided to stop by and say goodbye. Jannette didn’t want to let me go, but I realised that I couldn’t stay here for personal reasons.
And then suddenly she asked me for a favour:
– Sarah, can you help me with something?
– What is it?
– The model who’s supposed to be at the photo shoot tomorrow has fallen ill. It’s not profitable for us or the magazine to look for a new model, because we’ll have to search again and it’s all our time. Do you want to take her place?
– Me ? But am I the right person?
– You’re very suitable. Don’t worry, you’ll be wearing underwear. But about the hair…
– You’ll have to put your hair up to look like a sexy chick or something like that?)
– It’s the opposite, shorten it to a bob. Plus colouring.
– Oh. I don’t know if I can do it or not….
– Please, Sarah ! We really need you! We’re on a deadline.
– Well… All right. I’m ready to help.
– Yay! Thank you so much!
Jannette started getting ready for the haircut . I had no idea how short and what colour it was going to be.
Then Jannette called me into the room where everything was ready. In the corner of the room on the table I saw burgundy-coloured paint. It was scary to sit down and realise that you might not recognise yourself, but I couldn’t leave my friend in the lurch.
Before she started, I decided to ask her about the length of the cut . She just laughed and closed the mirror with a curtain, giving me only 10 seconds to look at myself for the last time.
The first thing she did was to put a cape over me. Every rustle became less triggering. I was afraid of the transformation, but Jannette encouraged me and I felt less anxious. Then Jannette took a pair of scissors and started trimming the ends. I think she was trying to reassure me, because a big cut would have been a shock to me. The strands kept falling to the floor and the anxiety was still there….
Suddenly Jannette finished cutting and put the scissors down on the table, taking instead the… clippers ? But why?
Then she inserted the right attachment, took a lock of hair and started cutting it.
– J-jannette! Wh-What are you doing?!?!?!?
– Calm down, sweetie, it’ll be faster.
After cutting it, I touched my hair and realised a third of it was gone. I couldn’t help but cry.
Jannette said that the final part would make me very happy and that I shouldn’t cry about it. I pulled myself together and Jannette continued cutting. After the cut, she took the strand that was in the front and got ready to cut it. I realised that I was going to get a bangs.
At first my bangs were just below my eyebrows. But suddenly I wanted to shorten it, because I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.
– Jannette?
– Yes, sweetie?
– Can you make my bangs shorter?
– Sure, how short?
– Just above the eyebrows, if that’s okay.
– Whatever you say.)
Without hesitation, Jannette started cutting it shorter . At that moment, I really felt fresh. Then it was time for the colouring. The colouring went well and I thought it was just a matter of drying my hair and styling it. But suddenly Jannette picked up the scissors again and started cutting it even shorter.
*Schiccckkkk! Schiccckkkk! Schiccckkkk!*
Now, it was a short bob with shortened bangs. An took the clippers again and shaved off the excess hair at the back. This time it was much nicer for some unknown reason. And after four hours of work, I was ready for the photo shoot. When Jannette opened the curtain, I saw a completely different person. It was like I wasn’t me. I thanked Jeannette for the opportunity and the next day I was ready for the shoot.
Hope you enjoyed the story and look forward to your feedback!!!
