professional.
“Here you go, Mom,” she said as she handed over the basket.
“I’ll put it by the cash register,” Mom promised. “People seem to notice things up there.”
“Do you think eight dollars a pair is too much?”
Mom considered this. “I guess we’ll find out.”
Morgan hurried to finish her breakfast and then gathered up her things for school and was just going out the door when Grandma asked why she was going so early.
“I just wanted some extra time to see Emily,” said Morgan. “I want to hear about the ski trip without having everyone else around.”
Grandma smiled. “Oh, yes. I see.”
It was drizzling outside, so Morgan pulled on her hood and jogged over to Emily’s house, knocking loudly on the door.
“Oh, hi, Morgan,” said Mrs. Adams. “Emily’s not here.”
Morgan frowned. “Where is she? Did she get hurt snowboarding?”
Mrs. Adams laughed. “No, but they got home so late last night, Emily spent the night at Chelsea’s.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry. But you’ll see her at school.”
“Yeah …”
Morgan trudged back home.
“What’s wrong?” asked Grandma when Morgan went back into the house and dumped her backpack by the front door.
“Nothing …” Morgan stood near the door, just staring at her somewhat soggy reflection in the hallway mirror. Her glasses were splattered with rain, and her beaded braids looked droopier than usual.
Grandma came over and stood behind her. “Is something wrong with Emily? Is she sick or hurt?”
“She spent the night at Chelsea’s,” said Morgan sadly.
“Oh.” Grandma nodded as she fingered one of Morgan’s beaded braids. “And you’re feeling bad?”
“I guess …” Morgan turned and looked at Grandma. “Do you think I should lose the braids?”
“What?” Grandma blinked.
“My beaded braids. I was thinking maybe I’m too old for them now.”
Grandma smiled. “Well, I think that’s up to you, dear.”
“I think I want to have normal hair now. You know, like my friends.”
Grandma nodded. “Well, I’m sure that can be arranged.”
“Maybe I can use some of my sock money to do that,” said Morgan eagerly. “I mean I don’t know how much it’llcost … but I think it will be worth it.” Then she pointed to her glasses. “And maybe I should get contacts too.”
Grandma frowned. “Why are you so interested in changing yourself, Morgan?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is it because you’re worried about Emily?” asked Grandma. “You think she might like Chelsea more than she likes you? You think that changing yourself will make a difference?”
Morgan shrugged. “I think I’m just tired of looking like this all the time. I think it’s time for a change.”
“Well, as long as you’re doing it for the right reasons …”
“Doing what for the right reasons?” asked Mom as she came out of her bedroom dressed for work.
So Morgan explained her idea for changing her hair and getting contacts. Mom blinked in surprise. “Wow, that’s a lot to change all at once. And getting your curls relaxed and getting contacts won’t be cheap.”
Morgan pointed to her sock basket. “But I could use some of my sock money. And I could buy more fabric and make more socks.”
Mom grinned. “You certainly are industrious.”
“So, do you think I could do that?”
“Is that what you really want?” asked Mom.
Morgan nodded eagerly. “Yeah, I do.”
“Well, let me give Crystal a call and see if she can get you scheduled for hair. As far as the contacts go, why don’tyou give that a little more thought, Morgan?”
So Morgan agreed. Then, since it was raining even harder now, Mom offered to give her and her friends a lift to school. And as Morgan rode in the front, with Carlie and Amy in the back, she imagined how she would look with her new hair. Her plan was to keep her mini makeover a complete secret. Even from Emily. She would surprise everyone.
“There’s Chelsea’s car,” said Carlie as Mom
“Here you go, Mom,” she said as she handed over the basket.
“I’ll put it by the cash register,” Mom promised. “People seem to notice things up there.”
“Do you think eight dollars a pair is too much?”
Mom considered this. “I guess we’ll find out.”
Morgan hurried to finish her breakfast and then gathered up her things for school and was just going out the door when Grandma asked why she was going so early.
“I just wanted some extra time to see Emily,” said Morgan. “I want to hear about the ski trip without having everyone else around.”
Grandma smiled. “Oh, yes. I see.”
It was drizzling outside, so Morgan pulled on her hood and jogged over to Emily’s house, knocking loudly on the door.
“Oh, hi, Morgan,” said Mrs. Adams. “Emily’s not here.”
Morgan frowned. “Where is she? Did she get hurt snowboarding?”
Mrs. Adams laughed. “No, but they got home so late last night, Emily spent the night at Chelsea’s.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry. But you’ll see her at school.”
“Yeah …”
Morgan trudged back home.
“What’s wrong?” asked Grandma when Morgan went back into the house and dumped her backpack by the front door.
“Nothing …” Morgan stood near the door, just staring at her somewhat soggy reflection in the hallway mirror. Her glasses were splattered with rain, and her beaded braids looked droopier than usual.
Grandma came over and stood behind her. “Is something wrong with Emily? Is she sick or hurt?”
“She spent the night at Chelsea’s,” said Morgan sadly.
“Oh.” Grandma nodded as she fingered one of Morgan’s beaded braids. “And you’re feeling bad?”
“I guess …” Morgan turned and looked at Grandma. “Do you think I should lose the braids?”
“What?” Grandma blinked.
“My beaded braids. I was thinking maybe I’m too old for them now.”
Grandma smiled. “Well, I think that’s up to you, dear.”
“I think I want to have normal hair now. You know, like my friends.”
Grandma nodded. “Well, I’m sure that can be arranged.”
“Maybe I can use some of my sock money to do that,” said Morgan eagerly. “I mean I don’t know how much it’llcost … but I think it will be worth it.” Then she pointed to her glasses. “And maybe I should get contacts too.”
Grandma frowned. “Why are you so interested in changing yourself, Morgan?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is it because you’re worried about Emily?” asked Grandma. “You think she might like Chelsea more than she likes you? You think that changing yourself will make a difference?”
Morgan shrugged. “I think I’m just tired of looking like this all the time. I think it’s time for a change.”
“Well, as long as you’re doing it for the right reasons …”
“Doing what for the right reasons?” asked Mom as she came out of her bedroom dressed for work.
So Morgan explained her idea for changing her hair and getting contacts. Mom blinked in surprise. “Wow, that’s a lot to change all at once. And getting your curls relaxed and getting contacts won’t be cheap.”
Morgan pointed to her sock basket. “But I could use some of my sock money. And I could buy more fabric and make more socks.”
Mom grinned. “You certainly are industrious.”
“So, do you think I could do that?”
“Is that what you really want?” asked Mom.
Morgan nodded eagerly. “Yeah, I do.”
“Well, let me give Crystal a call and see if she can get you scheduled for hair. As far as the contacts go, why don’tyou give that a little more thought, Morgan?”
So Morgan agreed. Then, since it was raining even harder now, Mom offered to give her and her friends a lift to school. And as Morgan rode in the front, with Carlie and Amy in the back, she imagined how she would look with her new hair. Her plan was to keep her mini makeover a complete secret. Even from Emily. She would surprise everyone.
“There’s Chelsea’s car,” said Carlie as Mom
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