Chapter 11: Defiance
"I'll bring you a mirror tomorrow morning." Kid promised.
I munched on my hamburger and kicked him under the dinner table. "Who says I'll need it?"
"It's your ninth birthday. You'll get them whether you like it or not."
"Hmph. My hair will stay nice and symmetrical."
"No it won't!
"Yes it will!"
"No, it won't because that's when my stripes appeared!"
"Well, you're YOU!"
