By: Olivia Ho

Fancy sweater, shaggy pants, small waist, no hair. Sigh, always no hair. Melissa grew up without hair. Her parents couldn’t explain it, no matter which scientist or doctor they asked, they didn’t know why she had no hair.

Quickly, she slipped on her wig, put on her backpack, and ran into her parents’ car. As her dad drove her to school, she looked outside hopefully.

She knew that Ava, her only friend, would be waiting for her at the classroom to talk about going to a library to study for a test. Ava was the only person at her school who knew about Melissa’s baldness. Ava always cared for Melissa by talking to her, sitting with her, and helping her get through hardships.

Once they arrived at school, Melissa left the car, and quickly ran to her classroom. When she opened the door, water pounding down onto her. She opened her eyes to see a sea of people laughing and pointing at her, taking pictures. Then, someone yanked off her wig!

Melissa felt her eyes burn. She closed her eyes. She felt empty. Her sweater was prickly and she felt heavy. She slowly began to weep. When she opened her eyes, she saw Ava holding her wig!

Ava threw the wig on the floor and said, “Oh no! I lost my wig!” She rolled her eyes and spit onto the wig. The class roared with laughter.

Melissa tried to take the wig back, but Ava dragged it away from her using her foot. Then she picked it up and threw it out the window into the rose bushes.

Melissa, shocked, scared, and wet, ran out, hairless. She fought against the rose bushes to rescue the wig. She finally pulled it out, but her wig was ruined. The hairs ran wild and were cut. Slowly, she walked to the bathroom, and took out her hairbrush to wash and brush the wig.

Tears kept streaming down her face, and her clothes were a mess. She took out a backup wig from her bag and put it on. Scared to ruin it, she made sure to put it on carefully. The other wig went into the pocket at the very back of her bag.

She washed her face and walked outside letting the sunshine bathe her. Although she came home un-touched wig, the misery she felt that day never left her.

Years passed and wedding bells rang — Melissa was getting married to a handsome man who didn’t know about her baldness.

As Melissa walked down the aisle towards him, someone in the audience pulled her hair again and snickered. Her fiancé was enraged, he ran down from the platform up to the woman who pulled her hair. It was Ava, jealous of Melissa and her soon-to-be husband.

“Who are you!?” he boomed, shooing Melissa away.

Angry, Melissa took the cart with the three-layer cake and threw it at both Ava and her fiancé. The two were too shocked to move. Then Melissa threw glasses of wine at them, crying.

Suddenly Ava started running and Melissa chased her holding a broken glass. But as she ran, Melissa suddenly collapsed, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Melissa woke up in the hospital and looked around. Her doctor was next to her. Melissa sat up.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to be up!” he said.

Melissa ignored him and got off the bed and began walking towards the door.

“Stop where you are!”

“Doctor, I’m going to count to three and you’re going to give me your knife.”

“No.”

“One…”

“No.”

“Two…”

“Melissa, get back into to bed. Right now.”

“Three… Since you didn’t give me the knife. I’m going to get it from you.”

One slice and the doctor’s head fell off. Two and the hair fell off. Melissa wiped the blood of the knife and took the pair of scissors she found on his tray.

Melissa knew what she was going to do. What she always wanted to do.

She walked out of the hospital and wandered to Ava’s house. Just in time for Ava’s wedding.

“Oh, I’m just in time, Ava. I can’t wait to cut your head off… Along with your pretty hair.”

Melissa’s eyes trailed up to the husband-to-be, and saw her former fiancé. Her eyes started to glaze, and everything was blurry. She heard a thump and her eyes cleared, seeing a dead handsome man.

Melissa looked down and saw her former fiancé, she bent down to cut his hair. All the attention was on Melissa, a few people ready to fight, a few running away, but Melissa had something else in mind.

She would complete her lifelong dream after the day Ava took her wig.

Knife and scissors in hand, she walked up to Ava. Screaming, “Oh no! I lost my hair!” and laughed rolling her eyes, hands covered in blood.