Life from the Perspective of Hair - Vanessa Froese

We’ve been together for my entire life, for her entire life. Sydney and I. the colour of me and the colour of her went perfectly together. As she grew taller, I grew longer. She would play with me too. She enjoyed making me look nice, she curled me, straightened me, she even put me up once in a while. That was my favorite style of all; I could see everything from up there, what Sydney saw, I saw. One day I noticed something unusual as Sydney was playing with me. I had never seen it before and it frightened me. The ends of me were splitting. What does this mean for me? Am I dying? I noticed Sydney reach for a pair of scissors, and they were coming towards me! What is she doing?! I thought we were friends, companions! This cannot be happening, if she cuts me, life will never be the same, ever. The blades were getting closer by the second and my mind began to race with horrible thoughts. What is she doing? How could she betray me like this? It was done. Part of me was gone forever and it would never come back. I will never see Sydney like I once had.