I double checked my house's symmetry one last time, before I decided to leave for school.
"You finally ready, Kid?" Liz asked with a thousand notes of annoyance in her voice.
"Yes, it was only my imagination. My house is perfectly symmetrical." I announced happily.
"Great now let's go," Liz said, then shouted to Patty, "Stop playing with the butterflies, he's done double checking for symmetry."
I took no offense to her statement because of the truth behind it, but she did sound pretty menacing… I pulled out my skateboard, while they hopped into gun form and into my hands. We arrived at school an hour or so late as usual.
"Patty, for the last time, we aren't going to buy flowers for a garden because it will drive him insane," Liz said pointing to me.
"But, it'll attract pretty butterflies," Patty argued.
"A garden would be beautiful," I said envisioning a symmetrical work of art.
"No," Liz said with such an authorative tone that Patty and I almost wet ourselves.
"Okay," We both said in despair.
"Now that you three are finished we're going to get back to class now," Dr. Stein said with a bored tone.
The day went by like any other day after that, but when I got home I looked in a mirror and was thrown into a depression.
"My hair's not symmetrical, I'm a worthless piece of garbage," I said and curled up on the floor crying.
"It's okay, Kid, you're not garbage," Liz comforted, "And someday you're going to be a great Reaper, better than your dad."
"I know how to fix it, I'm going to a salon," I announced tearing myself away from sadness.
"This is going to be great…" Liz said really quietly.
I went to the salon and paid 50 dollars to have them shave all my hair off. I hurried home as fast as I could after all my hair had been removed.
"Liz, Patty, come look at how symmetrical I am!" I shouted to them. They grudgingly walked over to me and when they saw that I was bald they fell over laughing. "What?" I asked defensively. I love my new hair cut.
"You're bald," Patty choked out between laughs, "And it's ugly."
"No, I'm perfectly symmetrical," I defended, "and don't call me ugly.
I got the same reactions the next day at school, and I didn't really care. Now I'm symmetrical.