Diana Roosevelt (not related to FDR or Theodore Roosevelt) was a girl who loved her hair. She NEVER wanted it cut. Even if you said the word "haircut", she would scream and run into her room. She locked herself in there, brushed and counted the hairs on her head. You could only get her out by giving her a hair accessory, such as a hair clip or bobby pin. This is her story. Diana and her friend, Lee-Ann, were walking down a busy street in New Mexico, where they lived. They were hurrying to school so they could have a few minutes to talk. Diana's golden brown hair was pinned up in a bun. She was wearing a yellow Abercrombie jacket over a Hollister t-shirt. It was early January, and a bit chilly. Lee-Ann was asking Diana random questions. "Di, what would you do if your hair was cut off to your shoulders?" Diana shuddered at the thought and replied, "I'd probably shut myself up in my room and only come out to eat." She grabbed her hair to make sure it was still there. Just then, Diana's frenemy, Allison, passed by on her skateboard and shouted some nasty insults at them. Lee-Ann found a rock and threw it after her. "God! Why can't that ***** leave us alone?" Diana shook her head and started running. Lee-Ann copied her and they reached the school in 5 minutes. -----7 tiring hours later----- "Later Di, call me around 7." Lee-Ann waved and hopped on the bus. Diana started walking down the sidewalk to her house. She could hear the laughing of someone's little boys behind her. Diana turned a corner and felt something drop behind her. She turned around to look, and found a pile of hair on the sidewalk! She reached up slowly to feel her hair. I know it's like, really quick events, but it's my first story in a while. Enjoy
I'm horrible at people but good at dresses so I'll have a Valentine Dance the next day and draw a dress for her.
*Beep beep beepaloo* Diana's phone rang but she didn't answer. She was frozen, staring at her hair. On. The. Ground. "NO! NO NO NO NO NO! EEAAAH!!! WHYYYYY?!?!" she screamed and stomped. Finally she started home, her cut hair in her arms. Later that evening, Diana and her family was eating dinner at the table (obviously). Her sister, Renee, and brother, Jacob, were chomping on french fries while her parents were gulping down avocado soup. Ew. Diana was picking at her beans, silently murdering the person who cut her hair. She excused herself and went into her sea blue room, then flopped onto her bed. Diana sobbed into her orange pillow. "Why. Why?!?! WHYYY?!??" Suddenly, her phone rang. *beep beep beepaloo* She picked it up and pressed the answer button. "What. Do. You. Want." "Hey, what are you wearing to the dance Di?" The dance. Diana had forgotten. "Um, the dress I wore to B's wedding?" B stood for Beatrica. She HATED her name, so they just called her B. "Alright, I'll see ya tomorrow Di. Bye." The line went dead, and Diana fell asleep.
Thanks BlackWhite And ok just post your age (15 and above) looks, style, and personality. I'll come up with names Lol
Very fashionable loves wearing Ed hardy hoodies. Personality (evil) Teases people is alisons BFF is top bïtch at school and hates Diana. (nice) Is very nice doesn't say a single thing mean about anyone else. (kind of like the character cat in Victorius... YouTube it.)
Lol beatrice i was gonna put that name but I decided Beatrica bc i wanted it to be different. And Um..girl/boy blackwhite?