Sunny Sweet Is So Not Sorry by Jennifer Ann Mann

Author:Jennifer Ann Mann
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing
Published: 2013-04-03T16:00:00+00:00

“I would have killed you,” I said. “Let’s go.” I grabbed her by the elbow. The sleep had felt good and I was no longer groggy. “We’re getting out of here.”

“What about Mrs. Song?”

“We’re going to go down and get Mrs. Song and then we’re going home. Where’s Mrs. Song’s hat?”

Sunny handed me the hat from off the counter, and I looked around the room for a mirror. There was none, so I stepped in front of a small, silver paper-towel dispenser pinned to the wall over the sink to see myself and pulled Mrs. Song’s hat on. And then I yanked it off with a scream.

“Sunny Sweet! What did you do?”

“I told you not to get mad,” Sunny said.

“Why is my hair green?”

“Well, first I tried acetone, but that didn’t work. So I found bleach, thinking that—”

“Stop!” I said. “I don’t need to hear about your evil scientific methods.”

I gazed into the towel dispenser. My hair was shamrock-shake green.

I turned to Sunny. “You have to fix this!”

She picked up the scissors.

“Not like that.”

“Masha, let me cut them out and then we can dye your hair back to brown. You’ll never be able to tell this even happened.”

I looked back into the paper-towel dispenser. A giant leprechaun looked back. “Okay,” I said, giving up. I slowly climbed back onto the bed that I’d woken up on.

Smiling, Sunny dragged a stool over to the table and switched on a light over my head. Her skinny little arms loomed in front of my face and I could hear her short, excited breaths in my ear. Her fingers filtered through my hair and I felt her choose a flower. There was a glint of metal from the scissors as they moved toward my head, a moment of silence, and then there was the horrible crunching of scissors meeting, and slicing through, hair. And then there was a tiny sting. “Whoops,” said Sunny.

“Ouch!” My hand flew to my head, forgetting that it had a heavy cast attached to it. The weight of the cast made me lose control of the speed of my arm, and it socked me right in my eye, hard. Silver sparks floated inches from my pupils … or in my pupils, I couldn’t tell which, and I slid down onto the bed with a moan.

When I turned my head, I saw a tiny bit of blood on my hand. My blood!

I jumped up, my head spinning, and clomped like Frankenstein’s monster over to the paper-towel dispenser. My mouth fell open. “Ahhh,” I howled. I now had a huge bald spot on the top right side of my head, along with a small cut by my scalp, and worst of all, a very fast-forming black eye!

I was a monster. I was Sunny’s monster.

“It’s a very small avulsion,” Sunny said. “Let me try again. I promise not to cut you this time. Let’s call that strike one.”

I didn’t answer. I gazed into that silver dispenser at myself in horror.

“That’s a sports metaphor,” Sunny said.

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