I'm sad. I'm a sad and hairless man. And this stupid robe itches. It's all her fault you know. Sam. You see at school they had electives. I signed up late and the only thing left was Live The Life Of A Monk, Live The Life Of Unclogging Toilets, or Live The Life Of Shaving Old Women's Backs. So surprisingly I signed up for the cleaning toilets one. Right after I left, Sam changed my name and switched over to the life of a monk.

In this elective I have to shave my head (which Sam laughed at), wear a robe made out of Gibby's back hair, and read books that would've put my grandfather to sleep.

So here I am, in English class, wearing a hair robe, hairless like shaved poodle, and Sam just staring and laughing all through class.

But her reaction wasn't as nearly as weird as my moms. When I came home with no lock of hair on top of my head, my mom bought me a wig! Seriously! And since they have no 'man wigs', she bought me a women's wig. It wasn't like long hair, it was a short bob.

Carly was the worst. When I came into the door, she came downstairs and immediately started laughing. When she started laugh too loud, Spencer came out and took a picture of me.

But the morning I went to school on Monday toped it all. Have you ever seen a bald Gibby? Don't ever do it. Gibby also signed up for the life of monks. Except he doesn't wear a robe. He wears a hair skirt so he can stay shirt less. I passed him in the hallway and he held up his hand and said "What's up, bald man!".

Then Tuesday came along and that day was bad in all ways. After school, Carly, me, and the laughing Sam, went to the Groovy Smoothie. T-bo went up to our table and said to me "Hey Freddie, I noticed that you have no hair. So why don't you let me give you one of these beanie caps for you not to reflect the sun.". Right then and there Sam laughed so hard that she fell off her chair!

Wednesday rolled out and I wished that it would leave. Mr. Howard came up to me and said "Freddie my boy,-" and he could finish his sentence because he just kept laughing and whenever I passed him that day, all he did was look at me and giggle. Imagine seeing an old man giggle at a bald, hair wearin', teen. It's not a pretty sight from Sam's point of view.

Thursday came like the dusty wind. Well actually the dust from wood shop. My wood shop teacher, Mr. Longwood, made all the kids taking the monk elective wear hats. Sadly I forgot my hat and the dust from the wood collected on to my head and I couldn't get it off until I took a shower when I got home.

Finally Friday came and a glorious one it was. I faked a cold and called out sick. So that was just this week! Hopefully, little people in my head, that you nor I will never see a bald Nevel. To late for that because Nevel took that elective as well. It was not a pretty sight.

Help me!

A/N That was fun to write. I hope you have enjoyed. I aim to please!