Disclaimer: I do not own Beauty Pop or its characters, no matter how awesome or cool it is. Anyways, this story is about the girl in the first book with the helmet hair that got her hair cut by Kiri. She grows up and becomes a genius haircutting prodigy. She's supposed to be 14 years old and she moves to America due to her father's transfer.This is my second fanfic so please review so I can do better next time! XD Yeah and I made up the girl's name too.

"Um. Is my mom gonna get all pretty?"

"She certainly will. A beautician's hand can do magic"

"Mom is so lucky… She's gonna get all pretty. The boys at school make fun of me. They call me 'helmet-head'."

"Want me to do some magic on you?"

"Huh?"

"Magic to make you cute."

"You know, I have lots of dreams……and one of them is to be a beautician. And then, anyone who has a problem like me…I'll make her all pretty."

"There you go! All done. What do you think?"

"Mom! Mom, look! Mom!"……………………..

-x-X-x-

Rena sighed as she walked to her next class. She watched a group of kids staring at her as if she was a green, fuzzy alien from Mars.

She turned away. She was Japanese, not from another planet. Besides, there was nothing wrong with what she was wearing anyway. She looked down at her outfit. Light grey skinny pants, hot pink Converse, purple legwarmers and a yellow t-shirt followed by a turquoise vest. God, haven't Americans heard of color?

She hated the school she went to. Everyone treated her different, everyone hated her hair, everyone hated her clothes, everyone thought she talked funny.

She wished she was back in Japan. All her friends were there. They didn't think she talked funny, they didn't hate her clothes and most of all they didn't hate her hair.

She fingered her short, spiky locks, then she ran her hand down her one small,thin braid on the side of her hair that ended at her shoulder. She loved it. But people her thought it was weird.

She would always remember the person who made her cute. Kiri Koshiba. She was her inspiration as a beautician. Rena practiced everyday, trying different hair styles on plastic heads with faux hair.

And the thing was, she wasn't all that bad. Becoming a genius hairstylist was her dream and she wouldn't stop until she succeded.

She sat down at her desk. The bell rang. She looked up at her math teacher. She started teaching equations. Rena tuned the teacher out of her head and daydreamed.

She jerked awake when the bell rang. She grabbed her stuff and bolted out of the classroom. School was over. She could go home and practice!

She smiled wide and almost skipped her way down the hall. Then she froze and turned towards a piece of paper taped to the wall. It said:

Calling all hairstylists, nail artists and makeup artists!

Do you love doing any of the above?

Then join the Scissors project!

A beauty team that vows to make any girl pretty!

Come to the meeting Thursday, September 18th

in room K167 at 3:00 to join

Rena looked at her cellphone. It was 3:05. She was late! She ran all the way to the K building and knocked on the door to room K167. The door opened.

"What is it? We're very busy!", a boy in dark, shaggy hair answered. She smiled at him.

"I was wondering if I could join the Scissors Project….."

"NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! WE WON'T USE YOU IN THE NEXT SCISSORS PROJECT! THE MODEL HAS ALREADY BEEN CHOSEN!", the boy interrupted. By now, Rena was very annoyed.

"I don't want to be a stupid model. I want to be the hairstylist.", she said angrily.

"Really? But your hair, it clearly needs work…." he said as he fingered my braid.

"No! I want to be the hairstylist!" she repeated. He glared at me.

"I'm the hairstylist. And judging by your hair you're obviously not a very good one.You can't join."

And then he slammed the door in my face.