Juliette
I stare at my laptop, watching the yòutube channel.
The teenage girl on the screen does a tutorial on how to cut your hair. I grab a chunk of my hair and cut it short. I grab another chunk of my hair and cut it short. Tendrils of hair fly around the room, scattering on the floor.
When I'm finally done, I drop the scissors and stand in the mirror. I start laughing at my reflection. I look like a tall skinny boy with a white towel wrapped around his body.
The door swings open.
Mom's jaw drops open, her eyes wide with horror. She takes off her black hat and walks towards me, concern on her face.
"Baby!" She cries. "What have you done to your beautiful hair?"
"How do I look?" I grin.
"Like a reckless and rebellious teenage boy who sells weed." She says. "Why would you do somet
