The Sticky Hair Situation

     “Lizzy! What did you do!”, my mom said with anger and concern. Let me add that I was 6 years old, and I knew I had done something wrong. But I didn’t know that I messed up that badly. But of course, now, at the age of 11, I know what I had done.
     Let me backtrack, it was a beautiful, sunny day towards the end of the summer. Bees were buzzing, birds were chirping, and just everything was perfect. What made it better was the fact that I was in my grandparents house. You don’t understand how much I loved their house. It had a pool, the biggest shower, 3 floors (tv on each floor), and a pond full of koi fish of all different colors like red, orange, black, and some had multiple colors. My grandparents had gone to Europe for a vacation just for a week and needed someone to watch the house
     Anyways, my mom had told me to take a nap. My 10 month old brother, Jerry, had already gone to sleep. He is the cutest and chubbiest baby you will ever see with his freckles, his big, wide smile and brown hair.
     “But after my nap,can we go swim in the pool?” I said.
     “Why not, but you have to get a good nap if you want to swim. And guess what, after we go swimming, we will eat dinner with auntie and uncle!” My mom said.
     I was so excited for the day. But first, I had to settle myself down. I wanted to sleep on the couch because the couch was very close to the backyard, and right outside the backyard, you can see the colorful koi fish.
     “I am going to make some coffee and then go rest and relax. Hopefully the noise won’t be too much.” said my mom, the kitchen was where the coffee maker was, which was across from the couch. After my mom had left, I had fell asleep. After 10 minutes, I woke up and I couldn’t fall back asleep.
     I knew I should have tried to go back to sleep so I could swim later. Oh my gosh! I thought to myself. I remembered we went to Target the day before and got a Rapunzel doll with her luscious, long blonde hair. I couldn’t resist to beg for my mom to get it. I remembered that I set it on the kitchen counter yesterday and forgot about it.
I went up to the kitchen counter and picked up the toy and realized there was something sticky on the hair. Ew! I thought to myself. It was the creamer from the coffee my mom was making, it must had spilled. “No, biggie.” I said. I could just cut it off some of her hair since she already had enough hair. I looked through the many, many drawers that were in the kitchen and finally found a pair of scissors. After 30 seconds of snipping, I had finished. “Hmmmm, you know what I could do, everyone can grow their hair back, right? So I can just snip off some more of Rapunzel's hair.” I said. And yes, when I was 6, I did think dolls could grow back hair. After 5 more minutes of snipping, the doll was practically bald. I looked at the doll and brought it back to the couch with me. I took one more look at it and I thought it looked awesome and thought was the best haircut anyone could give. “
     I’m a great hairstylist! I bet other people would want me to cut their hair, but I should first probably try it on myself first. I thought.
     Back to the kitchen I went. Picked up the scissor and as I was about to cut my hair off I said, “I should use a even more sharp scissor if I want it to look good.” And that is called 6 year old logic ladies and gentlemen. Went back to the drawers and found an even sharper scissor. And as you know, young children like to touch anything shiny and sharp. I want to say I was not one of those types of kids, but that would be a complete lie. “This one will work.” I said excitedly.
      As the scissor was about to close on my hair, I heard someone walking in the hallway coming towards the kitchen. I panicked and started snipping my hair as quickly and carefully as possible with the time I had left. The footsteps became louder and louder. I could tell it was my mom’s footsteps based on the sound of the thumping. I snipped a little too much than I had hoped to. I had no time to think about that at the moment. I put the scissors down and ran to the couch and pulled the blanket over my head pretending to sleep. I heard my mom coming towards the couch probably trying to wake me up. But all of a sudden, Jerry started crying. My mom rushed to Jerry to see what was going on. Whew, I’m so glad she didn’t see me, I thought to myself. Then it hit me, she’s going to see my hair one way or another.
       Around 7-10 minutes later, my mom had not come back. 
“She’s probably not going to come back for a while, so I might as well go to the bathroom and check my hair.” I whispered to myself.
     I got up and went through the hallway making a right at almost the end.
Let’s just say I almost wanted to scream. But I didn’t want anyone to find out about this until I make it look better. Went back to the kitchen again and cut my hair to make it even. I went back to the bathroom and saw that I made it even worse. By this point half of my hair was at the bottom of my neck and the other half was that the top half of my neck. It was bad, real bad.  I thought to myself that I should probably go back to the couch and actually sleep.
     15 minutes, I could hear my mom’s footstep on the hallway. So many thoughts went in my mind like “Will she like it?”, “How will she react?, “Will she get so mad at me, she’ll send me off to boarding school?”. As I heard the footsteps get louder, I could hear my pulse and heart beating faster and faster. I could feel the adrenaline rush. I had hoped Jerry would cry again so I can fix this mess, again. If I was going to go back and fix it, I wouldn’t cut it even shorter, I would make my hair even. After 5 seconds of silence, I think I heard my mom faint. Maybe she tripped? But I knew it was because of my uneven dark brown hair. And this brings me back to the beginning of the story, 
     “Lizzy! What did you do?” 
     She took a look again at my uneven hair and I was almost sure she was going to faint again. She took me by my pale, skinny arms and led me to the bathroom across the hallway and had to cut my hair even more so it would look even. She definitely did not like my new hair. She was so embarrassed that she didn't even take me to a hair salon, so she cut it herself because she didn't want anyone thinking she was a bad parent, letting her child play with sharp scissors. I have to admit, I thought it looked horrible and if I was in her position, now, I would be as embarrassed. But at the time, I thought it didn’t look too bad. We took the time we were suppose to swim for cutting my hair before the dinner. Let’s just say...well  many, many teachers, parents, and peers thought I was a boy with my short hair. I couldn’t even blame them. When we were at my restaurant, my uncle and aunt didn’t even recognize me. They thought I was a son my mom never told them about.
     Ever since then I had learned two things, don’t mess with scissors, and don’t ever, I repeat, EVER, cut your hair yourself. Maybe you’re good at cutting other people’s hair (in my experience, doll’s hair), but no one is good at cu