Chapter 19

Plucked, pinched, yanked and dragged are words that don't mean much pain. But enduring them for 3 hours straight makes it unbearably painful. Plucked eyebrows with tweezers since mine reminded April of the bush growing outside her window. Pinched as many of the elder pack ladies thought I was adorable enough to pinch my cheeks till their red. Yanked as a hair stylist desperately tried to separate the knots in my hair with a brush. Dragged in and out of every shop in this mall and I can successfully say I bought a whole new modern wardrobe to wear. I got a makeover which I was against since it would go to waste as soon as I washed my face. April insisted that I got a new look to help adjust and I went along with it. I managed to find a hair stylist willing to help me fix my hair, due to all the split ends it needed to be cut a lot shorter than it was and I've been given some expensive hair products to help it recover to full health. It was so short the waves only just tickled over the