Project: Raising Faith by Melody Carlson

Author:Melody Carlson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook
Publisher: Zonderkidz

chapter seven

Morgan’s eyes got big as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. “Is that really me?” she asked, feeling slightly horrified at the balloon of dark brown hair encircling her head. It was such a change after the beaded braids.

“Don’t worry,” said Crystal, “the curls should continue to relax.”

Morgan nodded, but didn’t feel convinced.

“Your mom already paid me, so you’re free to go.” Crystal handed her a bottle of something. “Put some of this on before you go to bed. Not too much. Read the directions.”

Morgan stuffed the bottle into her backpack and glanced at her watch. She suddenly remembered her promise to join her friends at Chelsea’s house. Now she wasn’t so sure. She wished she had a hat to put on, something to flatten out her really big hair. But she thanked Crystal and headed over to Mom’s shop.

“Oh, my,” said Mom when Morgan walked in. “You look so different, Morgan.” She came over to see it close up. “Do you like it?”

Morgan frowned. “I’m not sure. The curl is supposed to relax more.”

Mom nodded as she gave Morgan’s curls a squeeze. “Yes, that’s how mine is after I get it done too.”

“Oh, Morgan!” squealed Maureen, the high school girl that Mom had just hired to help out part-time during the holidays. “Look at you, girlfriend.”

Morgan rolled her eyes and let out a groan.

“No, it’s cute,” said Maureen. “I like it.”

“Thanks.” Morgan turned to Mom. “I’m supposed to go to Chelsea’s to try on our costumes for the parade. Can you give me a ride?”

“You’re going to be in the parade?” asked Maureen.

“Yeah … we’re going to be elves.”

Maureen laughed. “Well, you’ll be a cute elf, Morgan. Hope you can keep that hat on with all that hair.”

Morgan was silent as Mom drove her up to Chelsea’s house.

“You’re not sorry you did it, are you?” asked Mom when she pulled into the driveway.

“Kind of …”

“You’ll get used to it, sweetie.”

“Yeah, sure …” Morgan didn’t want to talk about her hair, didn’t want to think about her hair and, more than anything, she didn’t want to show her friends her hair. She wished that she’d never gotten it changed. What had she been thinking? “Thanks for the ride.”

“Call me when you’re done,” said Mom.

“Thanks.”

Then, feeling like a lamb being led to the slaughter, Morgan trudged up to Chelsea’s front door.

“Morgan?” said Chelsea’s mom. “Is that you?”

Morgan nodded. “Yeah, unfortunately.”

“Did you change your hair?”

“Don’t ask.”

Mrs. Landers chuckled. “Well, I suppose it might take some getting used to, but I think it’s really pretty, Morgan. Just look at all that curl.”

“Yeah,” said Morgan. “Just look.”

“Morgan!” cried Chelsea from the top of the stairs. “What happened to your hair?”

“Your hair!” screeched Emily. “What have you done?”

Soon all four girls were clustered around her. Staring and touching and expressing their regrets.

“I loved your beaded braids,” said Emily. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“Me neither,” said Carlie. “I hate my own curls. Why would you trade your braids for curls?”

“The curls are supposed to relax more,” said Morgan.

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