Hi again I'm sorry I didn't get to post this at the right time frame I wanted to, but here it is Chapter 3 and I hope you like it.
Amara rushed down the stairs grabbing her jacket off of a near by coat rack. She knew she was late for softball practice, but she decided to go so she wouldn't have to explain her other plans she had for later. As she went into the kitchen she hoped her father hadn't noticed she was in a rush. 'If he doesn't ask I want have to hear mom's mouth,' she thought coming into the kitchen. Unfortunately Mr. Tenou had noticed and that was the first thing that came out of his mouth before any thing. "Amara where are you going in such a hurry?" he asked. Amara paused for a minute before replying. She knew she couldn't lie to him, her father knew her to well for her to pull a fast one on him. So she started to walk out of the kitchen and then glanced back at her father to see if he was awaiting a reply. Mr.Tenou was looking strait at her, with his paper in his left hand. "Something bothering you pumpkin?" he asked. Amara sighed. 'He just had to call me by that name,' she thought. Now I know I can't escape. "Well?" Mr. Tenou said drawing his daughter's thoughts to a close. "I'm late for softball practice," she said trying to walk out. "I thought I told you to quit," Mrs. Tenou scolded stopping her daughter in the doorway. "Didn't you listen to a word I said yesterday? You agreed to quit." Amara narrowed her eyes slightly at her mother. "Since when did I agree to THAT?"
Mrs.Tenou walked over to the kitchen table placed her coffee mug down on the wooden surface then drew her attention back to her daughter. "Don't you ever get tired of playing these sports? Honestly Amara I'm tired of you and this tomboy stage. When are you going to grow out of it? Your almost sixteen." "Its not a stage mother this is who I am." "Then why don't you like make up and shopping?" "Because I don't care about it that's why. 'Or haven't you noticed it yet?'Amara thought. "Your not making any since, the stuff that you like are for boys and you're not a boy Amara. "What difference does it make being a girl? Any one can be interested in race cars." "NOT YOU! You're my daughter and I won't stand... "Amara just go to practice," Mr. Tenou said cutting his wife off. Amara was already steamed right now and she was trying her hardest to not lose her temper. Her father could sense that, so he stopped the argument with out hesitation. Amara walked out of the house not even bothering to say good-bye to her parents.
'How did I get stuck with her as a mother? She doesn't even like me. We never get along,'Amara thought passing by a few shops. "Amara what's wrong?" Michelle inquired with a concerned look on her face as she walked up to her. Amara glanced at her friend with her poker face now on. "Nothing", she replied. "Your mom made you mad, didn't she?" Amara didn't reply she just kept on walking trying to keep her mind on other things. "Do you want ta talk about it?" "No I don't," Amara mumbled trying not to take her anger out on her best friend. "Don't you have practice today?" "Yes I do," Amara hissed in anger. "Well you've already missed fifteen minutes of it." "I'm not going." "Why not?" "Because I'm going to Brandon's." Michelle stared at the blond for a second before replying. " Amara don't go through with it, it's not worth it." "Yes it is,"Amara said as they came to a stop near a small red brick house. "But your mom just made you mad a few minutes ago.
"Why don't we go to the park so you can cool down," Michelle suggested. "If I had planed on doing that I would have never left home,' Amara said ringing the door bell to the house. "But haven't you thought this out? You know once your hair is cut.......... "It'll grow back." "Not the same way." "What difference would that make? Hair is hair." "Who told you that?" "No one, that's just the way it is." "That can't be right." "You know you really don't have to do this," Michelle whispered. "I know," Amara nodded her head as she heard footsteps coming towards the door. The door opened and a tall boy with light auburn hair stood before them. "About time you got here. What took you so long?" he asked. "My mom held me up", Amara replied as they walked into the house. The living room was already prepared for Amara's trim. She noticed the home barber's hair kit sitting on a chair. "So what kind of hair cut do you want Amara?" Brandon began, as he directed her to a seat. Amara sat down then looked up at him. "I want more than just a trim," she replied looking at Michelle in the background. She was looking at her with her eyes pleading her to reconsider.
"What do you mean by more than a trim?" Brandon asked getting a pair of scissors out of a box. "I mean cut it all off... to your length, "Amara replied. Brandon looked at her with a clue less expression on his face. "Are you sure about that because I could just cut you some bangs if that's what you want. I mean ...............you know just cut a little bit off the top like I do my kid brother's." Amara shook her head. "No I want you to cut it to your length," she said correcting him. "Are you sure?" "If I wasn't do you think I would be here right know?" Brandon chuckled a little bit then smiled. "Ok Amara I get your point you don't have to get on my case." "Well come on then." Brandon walked over to Amara with a pair of scissors in his right hand. "All right I'll see what I can do, but close your eyes just in case. I want you to be surprised." "Fine with me Brandon, just as long as you don't cut my ears off," Amara taunted shutting both of her eyes. Brandon laughed. I'll try not to," he said starting to clip her hair.
Amara could feel the blade of the scissors cut carefully through her long blond hair. Even though now she was satisfied about one of her main issues. She still had a value for her hair. As the blades of the scissors slightly moved through her hair she felt more relaxed. Amara sat peacefully in the chair her eyes still closed and awaiting for the right moment to open them up. "Hold still ...I'm almost done," Brandon announced clipping off another lock. "There...ok Amara you can open them now." Amara opened her eyes. "You cut to much off Brandon," Michelle scolded looking at Amara. "No I didn't its alright. I didn't even mess her up," Brandon retorted. "Let me see," Amara said with her eyes open. "Are you sure you want to see," Michelle said looking at her. "Just hand me a mirror,"Amara ordered. "Ok...here you go." Michelle handed her a mirror. "It looks great doesn't it?" Brandon asked. "Its not bad," Amara answered looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was cut to the same length as she had seen plenty of guys have before. She didn't even recognize her own self at first until she noticed her eyes.
"I like it," Amara said getting up from her seat. "You what..." Michelle repeated. "See I told you so," Brandon sneered. "I said I like it, it looks great. You did a good job Brandon. Thanks." "Any time," Brandon said still looking at Michelle. "So what's your plan for getting into school tomorrow? You know you can't go there with short hair, or your mom will find out for sure," Michelle spoke up. "I know which is why I have one more favor to ask Brandon." Brandon looked at Amara. "I know your not thinking what I'm thinking," he mumbled. "Please just let me borrow your other uniform for tomorrow and I'll give it back," Amara smiled at him. "You probably can't even fit it Amara and who's going to fall for something like this any way?" "I'm just as tall as you are, I know I can fit it." Brandon sighed. "Why do I even bother being your friend? You talk me into the craziest of things, but yeah you can borrow it. Under on condition." "And what is that?" "That you try not to get in a whole lot of trouble with this and that you blow all of the other compaction for track away." Amara glanced at him. "That'll be easy." "Yeah for a girl that's as fast as the wind sure, but not for me," Brandon mumbled as the girls walked out of the house. "You can stop by here at seven to pick up the uniform," he told her. "Ok, Amara said already lost in h Hi again I'm sorry I didn't get to post this at the right time frame I wanted to, but here it is Chapter 3 and I hope you like it.
Amara rushed down the stairs grabbing her jacket off of a near by coat rack. She knew she was late for softball practice, but she decided to go so she wouldn't have to explain her other plans she had for later. As she went into the kitchen she hoped her father hadn't noticed she was in a rush. 'If he doesn't ask I want have to hear mom's mouth,' she thought coming into the kitchen. Unfortunately Mr. Tenou had noticed and that was the first thing that came out of his mouth before any thing. "Amara where are you going in such a hurry?" he asked. Amara paused for a minute before replying. She knew she couldn't lie to him, her father knew her to well for her to pull a fast one on him. So she started to walk out of the kitchen and then glanced back at her father to see if he was awaiting a reply. Mr.Tenou was looking strait at her, with his paper in his left hand. "Something bothering you pumpkin?" he asked. Amara sighed. 'He just had to call me by that name,' she thought. Now I know I can't escape. "Well?" Mr. Tenou said drawing his daughter's thoughts to a close. "I'm late for softball practice," she said trying to walk out. "I thought I told you to quit," Mrs. Tenou scolded stopping her daughter in the doorway. "Didn't you listen to a word I said yesterday? You agreed to quit." Amara narrowed her eyes slightly at her mother. "Since when did I agree to THAT?"
Mrs.Tenou walked over to the kitchen table placed her coffee mug down on the wooden surface then drew her attention back to her daughter. "Don't you ever get tired of playing these sports? Honestly Amara I'm tired of you and this tomboy stage. When are you going to grow out of it? Your almost sixteen." "Its not a stage mother this is who I am." "Then why don't you like make up and shopping?" "Because I don't care about it that's why. 'Or haven't you noticed it yet?'Amara thought. "Your not making any since, the stuff that you like are for boys and you're not a boy Amara.
Amara rushed down the stairs grabbing her jacket off of a near by coat rack. She knew she was late for softball practice, but she decided to go so she wouldn't have to explain her other plans she had for later. As she went into the kitchen she hoped her father hadn't noticed she was in a rush. 'If he doesn't ask I want have to hear mom's mouth,' she thought coming into the kitchen. Unfortunately Mr. Tenou had noticed and that was the first thing that came out of his mouth before any thing. "Amara where are you going in such a hurry?" he asked. Amara paused for a minute before replying. She knew she couldn't lie to him, her father knew her to well for her to pull a fast one on him. So she started to walk out of the kitchen and then glanced back at her father to see if he was awaiting a reply. Mr.Tenou was looking strait at her, with his paper in his left hand. "Something bothering you pumpkin?" he asked. Amara sighed. 'He just had to call me by that name,' she thought. Now I know I can't escape. "Well?" Mr. Tenou said drawing his daughter's thoughts to a close. "I'm late for softball practice," she said trying to walk out. "I thought I told you to quit," Mrs. Tenou scolded stopping her daughter in the doorway. "Didn't you listen to a word I said yesterday? You agreed to quit." Amara narrowed her eyes slightly at her mother. "Since when did I agree to THAT?"
Mrs.Tenou walked over to the kitchen table placed her coffee mug down on the wooden surface then drew her attention back to her daughter. "Don't you ever get tired of playing these sports? Honestly Amara I'm tired of you and this tomboy stage. When are you going to grow out of it? Your almost sixteen." "Its not a stage mother this is who I am." "Then why don't you like make up and shopping?" "Because I don't care about it that's why. 'Or haven't you noticed it yet?'Amara thought. "Your not making any since, the stuff that you like are for boys and you're not a boy Amara. "What difference does it make being a girl? Any one can be interested in race cars." "NOT YOU! You're my daughter and I won't stand... "Amara just go to practice," Mr. Tenou said cutting his wife off. Amara was already steamed right now and she was trying her hardest to not lose her temper. Her father could sense that, so he stopped the argument with out hesitation. Amara walked out of the house not even bothering to say good-bye to her parents.
'How did I get stuck with her as a mother? She doesn't even like me. We never get along,'Amara thought passing by a few shops. "Amara what's wrong?" Michelle inquired with a concerned look on her face as she walked up to her. Amara glanced at her friend with her poker face now on. "Nothing", she replied. "Your mom made you mad, didn't she?" Amara didn't reply she just kept on walking trying to keep her mind on other things. "Do you want ta talk about it?" "No I don't," Amara mumbled trying not to take her anger out on her best friend. "Don't you have practice today?" "Yes I do," Amara hissed in anger. "Well you've already missed fifteen minutes of it." "I'm not going." "Why not?" "Because I'm going to Brandon's." Michelle stared at the blond for a second before replying. " Amara don't go through with it, it's not worth it." "Yes it is,"Amara said as they came to a stop near a small red brick house. "But your mom just made you mad a few minutes ago.
"Why don't we go to the park so you can cool down," Michelle suggested. "If I had planed on doing that I would have never left home,' Amara said ringing the door bell to the house. "But haven't you thought this out? You know once your hair is cut.......... "It'll grow back." "Not the same way." "What difference would that make? Hair is hair." "Who told you that?" "No one, that's just the way it is." "That can't be right." "You know you really don't have to do this," Michelle whispered. "I know," Amara nodded her head as she heard footsteps coming towards the door. The door opened and a tall boy with light auburn hair stood before them. "About time you got here. What took you so long?" he asked. "My mom held me up", Amara replied as they walked into the house. The living room was already prepared for Amara's trim. She noticed the home barber's hair kit sitting on a chair. "So what kind of hair cut do you want Amara?" Brandon began, as he directed her to a seat. Amara sat down then looked up at him. "I want more than just a trim," she replied looking at Michelle in the background. She was looking at her with her eyes pleading her to reconsider.
"What do you mean by more than a trim?" Brandon asked getting a pair of scissors out of a box. "I mean cut it all off... to your length, "Amara replied. Brandon looked at her with a clue less expression on his face. "Are you sure about that because I could just cut you some bangs if that's what you want. I mean ...............you know just cut a little bit off the top like I do my kid brother's." Amara shook her head. "No I want you to cut it to your length," she said correcting him. "Are you sure?" "If I wasn't do you think I would be here right know?" Brandon chuckled a little bit then smiled. "Ok Amara I get your point you don't have to get on my case." "Well come on then." Brandon walked over to Amara with a pair of scissors in his right hand. "All right I'll see what I can do, but close your eyes just in case. I want you to be surprised." "Fine with me Brandon, just as long as you don't cut my ears off," Amara taunted shutting both of her eyes. Brandon laughed. I'll try not to," he said starting to clip her hair.
Amara could feel the blade of the scissors cut carefully through her long blond hair. Even though now she was satisfied about one of her main issues. She still had a value for her hair. As the blades of the scissors slightly moved through her hair she felt more relaxed. Amara sat peacefully in the chair her eyes still closed and awaiting for the right moment to open them up. "Hold still ...I'm almost done," Brandon announced clipping off another lock. "There...ok Amara you can open them now." Amara opened her eyes. "You cut to much off Brandon," Michelle scolded looking at Amara. "No I didn't its alright. I didn't even mess her up," Brandon retorted. "Let me see," Amara said with her eyes open. "Are you sure you want to see," Michelle said looking at her. "Just hand me a mirror,"Amara ordered. "Ok...here you go." Michelle handed her a mirror. "It looks great doesn't it?" Brandon asked. "Its not bad," Amara answered looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was cut to the same length as she had seen plenty of guys have before. She didn't even recognize her own self at first until she noticed her eyes.
"I like it," Amara said getting up from her seat. "You what..." Michelle repeated. "See I told you so," Brandon sneered. "I said I like it, it looks great. You did a good job Brandon. Thanks." "Any time," Brandon said still looking at Michelle. "So what's your plan for getting into school tomorrow? You know you can't go there with short hair, or your mom will find out for sure," Michelle spoke up. "I know which is why I have one more favor to ask Brandon." Brandon looked at Amara. "I know your not thinking what I'm thinking," he mumbled. "Please just let me borrow your other uniform for tomorrow and I'll give it back," Amara smiled at him. "You probably can't even fit it Amara and who's going to fall for something like this any way?" "I'm just as tall as you are, I know I can fit it." Brandon sighed. "Why do I even bother being your friend? You talk me into the craziest of things, but yeah you can borrow it. Under on condition." "And what is that?" "That you try not to get in a whole lot of trouble with this and that you blow all of the other compaction for track away." Amara glanced at him. "That'll be easy." "Yeah for a girl that's as fast as the wind sure, but not for me," Brandon mumbled as the girls walked out of the house. "You can stop by here at seven to pick up the uniform," he told her. "Ok, Amara said already lost in h Hi again I'm sorry I didn't get to post this at the right time frame I wanted to, but here it is Chapter 3 and I hope you like it.
Amara rushed down the stairs grabbing her jacket off of a near by coat rack. She knew she was late for softball practice, but she decided to go so she wouldn't have to explain her other plans she had for later. As she went into the kitchen she hoped her father hadn't noticed she was in a rush. 'If he doesn't ask I want have to hear mom's mouth,' she thought coming into the kitchen. Unfortunately Mr. Tenou had noticed and that was the first thing that came out of his mouth before any thing. "Amara where are you going in such a hurry?" he asked. Amara paused for a minute before replying. She knew she couldn't lie to him, her father knew her to well for her to pull a fast one on him. So she started to walk out of the kitchen and then glanced back at her father to see if he was awaiting a reply. Mr.Tenou was looking strait at her, with his paper in his left hand. "Something bothering you pumpkin?" he asked. Amara sighed. 'He just had to call me by that name,' she thought. Now I know I can't escape. "Well?" Mr. Tenou said drawing his daughter's thoughts to a close. "I'm late for softball practice," she said trying to walk out. "I thought I told you to quit," Mrs. Tenou scolded stopping her daughter in the doorway. "Didn't you listen to a word I said yesterday? You agreed to quit." Amara narrowed her eyes slightly at her mother. "Since when did I agree to THAT?"
Mrs.Tenou walked over to the kitchen table placed her coffee mug down on the wooden surface then drew her attention back to her daughter. "Don't you ever get tired of playing these sports? Honestly Amara I'm tired of you and this tomboy stage. When are you going to grow out of it? Your almost sixteen." "Its not a stage mother this is who I am." "Then why don't you like make up and shopping?" "Because I don't care about it that's why. 'Or haven't you noticed it yet?'Amara thought. "Your not making any since, the stuff that you like are for boys and you're not a boy Amara.