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The Girl in the Window.
The girl sitting in the window of the cafe had long blonde hair, she hadn’t always had hair this long.
When she was young she had hated her mum washing and brushing her hair. It was on Sunday evenings when this happened ready for a new week and there were always tears and tantrums, you could guarantee it.
One Saturday her mum took her shopping, well that’s what the girl thought they were going to do, but no, they ended up in the hairdresser’s. Her mum had made an appointment for her in the week while she was at school, so she had no idea. She was horrified and upset; she loved her long blonde hair even though she hated her mum washing and brushing it.
Her mum pushed her through the door of the hairdresser’s. A little bell rang as they shut the door behind them. Inside it was warm and smelt of shampoo and hairspray, quite a nice smell. The little girl was hiding behind her mum and buried her head in her mum’s coat which smelt of her perfume and lipstick; a comforting smell. Her mum pulled the girl away from her coat and pushed her towards a big black chair. Standing next to that chair was a woman; the hairdresser. She was wearing a blue nylon overall which had two pockets on the front for all the combs, scissors and clips.
The woman had a kind face and a lovely smile. She patted the chair and winked at the little girl with the long blonde hair and beckoned her over to sit up on that chair. Her mum gave her a little shove in the direction of the chair. The little girl turned and looked at her mum with sad pleading eyes praying and hoping her mum would change her mind and say, “oh no we can’t do this, let’s go home” but her mum just smiled and said, “it will be ok, don’t worry”.
The hairdresser took the little girl’s coat off for her and handed it to her mum. She helped the little girl up into the chair and put a pink spotty gown over her, popping it up at the back of her neck, then gently pulled her hair out from underneath it so she could brush and spray it down with warm water. As she sprayed the water on the little girl’s hair it slowly dripped down the back of her neck and made her shiver.
The little girl looked in the mirror and watched as the hairdresser took her scissors out of her pocket and started to cut the long blonde hair. As the first piece of hair fell to the floor one small tear fell from the little girl’s eyes and trickled down her cheeks. A piece of hair stuck to her damp cheek. At that moment she decided she didn’t want to see anymore so she closed her eyes up tight and let the hairdresser get on with her job. Her mum told the hairdresser she wanted her daughter’s hair cut short. The little girl closed her eyes even tighter and wished she could block her ears too, so she couldn’t hear what her mum was saying.
It felt like she had been sitting in that big black chair for hours when all of a sudden the hairdresser said, “right, all done, you can jump down now”.
The little girl with long blonde hair slowly opened her eyes and finally looked in the mirror and saw a little boy with very short hair staring right back at her. In fact he looked just like her, ‘oh my goodness,’ she realised it was her. She had the shortest blonde layered hair she had ever seen. She sighed, wiped away the hair and the tears off her face with the back of her hand, jumped off the chair and put her coat on. She zipped it right up to her sad chin and stuffed her hands deep into her pockets. Her mum thanked the hairdresser and said, “you have done a wonderful job. It looks lovely”. Then she turned to her daughter and told her to say thank you to the nice lady.
The little girl looked up at the hairdresser and very quietly said, “thank you”. She took her mum’s hand and they stepped out of the warm hairdressers on to the busy chilly Saturday afternoon street.
The sun was shining but there was a chill in the air and it blew around the little girl’s face, ears and around her neck. She was not used to this because before her long blonde hair would keep her warm. It made her feel really cold. She looked up to her mum with said eyes and said, “my ears are cold”.
Her mum just said, “never mind, pop your hood up that will warm you up”.
The little girl did but the hood was too big now and it flopped over eyes. She pushed it back, looked at her mum and said, “I want my long blonde hair back”. The tears started to flow down her cheeks again and her bottom lip started to tremble.
Her mum took a tissue out of her coat pocket and wiped away the tears and blew her daughter’s nose, gave her a hug and said, “never mind, you will get used to it. And you know what? You look lovely. You look like a little pixie.” Well the little girl that used to have long blonde hair did not want to look like a pixie. She was now very cross and sad.
Her mum grabbed her by the hand and said, “come on, if we are quick we can catch the next bus home”.
They ran to the corner of the street dodging all the people as they ran to the bus stop. They got there in the nick of time, the bus driver was just about to close the doors. Her mum shouted out to him to stop and he kindly opened the doors. The little girl and her mum jumped onto the warm bus, her mum told her to go and find a seat while she showed the bus driver the tickets.
The little girl found a seat for her and her mum at the back of the bus. She climbed onto the seat and made herself comfy for the short ride back home. They lived in a little village just outside of town. The little girl sat next to the window and looked out into the street watching all the happy shoppers, then she caught a glimpse of her refection and it made her sad. It was like looking at a stranger. She didn’t know who she was any more.
Her mum came and sat next to her as the bus pulled away to take them on their journey home. They didn’t talk very much to each other on the bus; the little girl didn’t feel like talking to her mum. Her mum was chatting to another woman she knew from the village. The other woman said the little girl’s hair looked very nice. The little girl didn’t really care what the lady thought of her hair, she hated it and that was that.
They finally got to their stop at the top of the lane that led to their house. After that it was about a half mile walk home. The little girl dragged her feet and kicked the stones that lay along the bumpy track. She walked behind her mum who kept telling her to hurry up as she had got things to do when they got home. The little girl didn’t care. She really didn’t want to get home because she was worried about what her dad and older brother would think of her short hair that now made her look like a boy, oh and a pixie. My goodness, what would her friends think of her hair when she went to school on Monday? The little girl with the short blonde hair decided she wasn’t going to school on Monday and that was that, in fact she was not going back to school until her hair had grown back.
Her mum got to the gate first and opened it and the little girl wandered in behind with her head hanging down and a sad look still on her face.
Her brother came running down the path to meet them shouting, “did you get me any sweets”
“No,” said their mum, “we got your sister’s hair cut”
“What? Let me see” her brother said running past their mum so he could see his sister. He pulled his sister’s hood back that she had quickly put over her head so he couldn’t see her hair. He pushed it right back to reveal all her head. He saw her sad face and said with a smile, “well at least it won’t get caught up on brambles and trees when we are down the woods building camps, and me having to pull your hair out of them which I really hate doing ‘cause it hurts you. Come on let’s go test out your new haircut in the woods” He grabbed the little girl with the short blonde hair by the sleeve of her coat and pulled her along the garden path around the corner to the back garden. There the little girl with the short blond her and her brother looked at each other and ran off into the woods laughing. He always knew how to cheer up his little sister.
As they disappeared into the woods they could hear their mum shouting from the back door, “don’t forget to be home for tea”.
The young girl with the very short hair.
BY Jane Tullett.