The Hair piece
The results were shocking. Monica's hair stuck straight out in all directions. “What am I going to do?” cried Monica. “I can't go to school like this. I look like a clown!”
“Maybe a haircut will help,” suggested her mother. Monica cried all the way to the beauty shop. The hair stylist tried, but nothing worked. Monica's hair was fried.
“Mom,” Monica cried, “I have to get a hair piece.”
After Monica wore her new hair piece to school for a few weeks, everyone stopped talking about it. Everyone that is, except Mrs. Prince, the gym teacher. One of Mrs. Prince's rules was that girls with hair longer than their chin had to wear a headband. Monica's hair piece was just short of her chin. So she was surprised when Mrs. Prince said, “Your hair is getting long, Monica. I think you should start wearing a headband.”
The next day, Monica's team was playing baseball. When it was her turn to bat, Monica walked with confidence to the plate. She was the best hitter on her team. Jason, the most popular boy in her high school, was pitching.
She peacefully pushed her headband up out of her eyes. Then a terrible thing happened. The hair piece came off in her hands. There she stood with her three frizzy ponytails.
Monica dashed behind the bleachers. As she ran, she could tell that Mrs. Prince was trying hard not to laugh.
Everyone loved Monica's naturally curly hair. Everyone, that is, except Monica. On one really horrible bad hair day, Monica's older sister Maureen offered to help. She would put a chemical straightener on Monica's hair.
“It is pretty funny,” Monica thought, as she stuffed the three stiff ponytails under the hair piece. “But now what am I going to do?”
Very much embarrassed she threw off her hair piece and stepped up to the plate.
Jason gave her a little smile and threw her a pitch.
The next day Monica decided to leave her hair piece at home.