My hair is a dark brown, like milk chocolate. After I get out of the shower it is wet. I dry it with a towel, wait for it to dry naturally, then flip it to the side. I do this everyday. It is a simple, and comfortable position to have it in and yet I still look good. ;)
My dog is a black labrador. He has curly hair like a golden retriever. His hair is soft, like a warm fuzzy blanket. When we take him for a car ride, he likes to stick his head out of the window. I watch him as his hair flows in the wind. I love my dog, an I love his hair.
Vignette 2: That Hair Though
My brother and I always have gotten along very well. Ever since we knew we existed, we have loved each other so much. Wedo fight occasionally, but we always get over it. The biggest fight I can remember with him was when I was in the ninth grade. We were in his car during this fight. Although i forgot what got each other so mad, I can tell you that it got so bad when the car stopped, i got out of the car and walked across the street and onto the sidewalk. He didn’t care that i left until later. I called my friend and asked him if he could give me a ride somewhere he was not. So my friend picked me up. When everything sort of settled down he called me up and told me to go back home and he was sorry.
Me and my brother usually get along very well. When i was very little, i played on a football team. There was this kid who was on my team and kept calling me Spencer Weak. At that time and age that was really offensive. I told my brother about this kid, and when I did my brother got so mad that he went up to this kid and told him to stop messing with me. My brother has always been a big guy, and my brother scared the kid. The kid never said another word to me for the rest of the football season, unless it was football related
Vignette 3: Boiz and Gurlz
I broke my hand on a Sunday afternoon. My step brother was being as annoying as a feather tickling your nose. He locked me out of my own house and just laughed at me. This dragged on longer than it should have. I was outside in the cold wind trying to find a way in. When i came up with a great plan i put it into action. I went around the house and started banging on the front door then quickly went around. When he went to the front door i stealthily tried to hit the PVC pipe away from blocking the window from opening with this bent metal rod. once i was about to get it my step brother comes rushing over and smacks the metal rod out of my hand, flying at a very old tea pot and breaks it. I yelled at him because i knew how mad my mom was going to be. eventually he let me in. When my mom and brother got home my mom was wondering where her tea pot went, so i stupidly decided to take the blame for it. My mom made me clean up so much around the house. My brother told me that my step brother heard me take the blame and didn’t even say thank you. Instead he continued to be very mean to me.
I went outside with my brother and vented to him about the situation. when i got so mad i punched a thick wooden wall with all my might. When my fist made contact with the wood, i felt shivers down my spine. I knew something was wrong. When i looked at my hand my pinkie knuckle was very far down. I had obviously broke it.
The long weeks i had my splint on were the longest weeks of my life. I couldn’t wait until it came off. Basketball tryouts came up and I couldn’t do anything. I went to the tryouts but I couldn’t participate in the activities. Rumors went around that i made the team automatically. My coach ended up finding out about these rumors and cut me from the team. Thanks to my splint, everything went downhill, until it finally healed.
Vignette 7: Time I Broke My Hand