Isabella stood in front of the bathroom mirror one early summer morning, the light streaming through the small bathroom window bounced off the water droplets in her long black hair as she carefully picked up a pair of silver hair cutting scissors and a rat-tail comb.

She was going to be late to Phineas and Ferb's house. She knew it, but she didn't really care.

Today she was going to do it.
Today, she was going to cut her hair.
By herself.

Really it was only the front two to three inches that she was cutting into long, chin length bangs, but it was still a big step.

Isabella had never, once, cut her hair in her entire life.

She had stayed up half the night researching and watching videos on how to properly cut your bangs without them looking terrible, but they didn't help much. But thankfully she had some of an idea on what to do.

But if she messed up, the only way to fix it would mean cutting off ten luxurious inches of her beautiful waist long hair that took 17 years to grow. She couldn't afford that.

That's why it was so nerve racking.

Isabella took her comb and separated her hair in the correct sections before tying the rest back and picking up the scissors.

Holding the chunk of hair between her fingers of her left hand, she raised her right hand in front of her face where her hair hung.

Her delicate fingers marked where she wanted the bangs to end, but she cut them two inches longer than necessary so if she messed up, she could try again.

She was not chopping the rest of her hair off.

The scissors shook slightly as she snipped away.

When she was done and held the long chunk of dark hair she had cut off in her hand, she set it gently on the counter top before taking a cautious look in the mirror.

Isabella's stomach dropped and her eyes widened.

It looked horrible.

Isabelle felt as if she were going to cry. Her beautiful hair...wasted.

She was never going to cut her own hair again. Never, ever, ever.

But what was she gonna do now?

Hm...maybe if she parted her bangs differently.

Isabella tried taking a small 1/8 inch section and flipping it to the other side of her head.

No. That was not going to work.

That looked just as horrible, if not more.

Her hair has gotten used to naturally growing in the side part near the right side of her head and flipping the bangs that hung on the left, just looked...funky. Wrong. Horrible.

Isabella flipped the piece of hair back and observed her image.

The bangs hung two inches beneath her chin and grew longer as they neared her ear.

Ugh...

Isabella tried a different method and combed the bangs out n front of her nose once more and cut them straight across instead of diagonally.

When she dropped her bangs once more, they looked better...but not quite right.

The hair tie holding Isabella's hair back was pulled loose and set on the counter, allowing the rest of her hair to flow freely across her shoulders.

Only one word came to Isabella's mind;
Choppy.

This would not do. Once more the tears welled up and she tried one more trick.

Point-cutting.

Isabella took her scissors and held them straight in the air before snipping messily across the bottom of the bangs.

...No...that did not work either.

After half an hour of messing around, she finally got them to her liking, but when she let her hair down once more, she noticed the bangs didn't not blend into the rest of her hair, at all.

Sighing and near tears for the fourth time, Isabella decided to take a half inch piece of hair from just behind her bangs and snip that off too.

With her eyes off the mirror and on her hair, she snipped away in the same method that worked earlier until they blended in a little better.

There!

Letting the hair drop, she slowly looked in the mirror.

The bangs still didn't blend in perfectly, maybe some styling would fix that, but other than that, they looked fine.

The short, raven-black piece of hair framed her face as they hung just below her chin.

Running a brush through her now-damp hair and ruffling it a bit, the bangs fell in all the right places and looked just fine.

Isabella breathed a sigh of relief and threw out the snipped hair and put away the comb and scissors.

Hopefully they didn't look horrible to anyone else.

She hurried back into her room and applied her usual amount of make-up, which was very little, and grabbed we shoes from beside her door before running downstairs.

"Why, Isa!" Her mother exclaimed with a surprised tone as she walked into the kitchen. "Did you cut your hair?" She asked.

Isabella nodded silently, awaiting her first official opinion.

"It looks lovely!" Vivian smiled as she came around the island and observed her daughter's handy-work.
"Not bad for cutting your hair for the first time!"

Isabella smiled in relief.
Her mother wouldn't lie to her and tell her she looked beautiful even if her hair was cut choppy in many varying lengths, she would say her honest opinion, and knowing her mother approved gave her her confidence back.

Isabella thanked her mother and out on her shoes before rushing out the door.

All she could think about was how the boys would react.

She didn't tell them she had been planing on cutting her hair for weeks now, so she wasn't sure what they would say.

Maybe they wouldn't notice, or care, but she hoped they did.

Opening the gate of the Flynn-Fletcher backyard, she chirped her usual catchphrase and didn't say anything about her haircut, hoping Phineas would notice by himself.

At first he didn't, but she knew Ferb did. When she walked in Ferb cocked his head in confusion as he observed her, then he smiled and gave her a silent thumbs up of approval which made her feel even better.

All day, Phineas kept giving her weird looks, as if he didn't like the haircut, or simply couldn't figure out what was different about her.
Isabella guessed on the latter and decided to mention it after the daily activity.

When Isabella was about to mention her bangs, Phineas suddenly pointed to her and exclaimed; "Your hair! You cut your hair! That's it! Ha! Did you notice, Ferb?"

Of course, Ferb had noticed and nodded his head as he smiled in amusement while Isabella discreetly rolled her eyes.

Phineas could be so scatterbrained and clueless at times.

True story! Sort of. I cut my hair yesterday and it almost turned out terrible. It's still bad, so I'm having my mom layer my hair to have them blend in a bit.

Now,
Just one reminder for you guys:
Don't be afraid to request!

I don't know if you guys have forgotten that you can request things, or just don't have anything to request, but I just wanted to remind you. (Please no LGBT ships. I'm sorry, but I won't write those.)

Sorry these updates are all Ferbella, (I just love Ferbella) I'll start working on a AdysonxPhineas one for ya guys. ;)

Have a great day!
~Joy