“Is that really me?” she asked, feeling slightly horrified at the balloon of dark brown hair encircling her head. It was such a change after the beaded braids. “Don’t worry,” said Crystal, “the curls should continue to relax.” Morgan nodded, but didn’t feel convinced. “Your mom already paid me, so you’re free to go.” Crystal handed her a bottle of something. “Put some of this on before you go to bed. Not too much. Read the directions.” Morgan stuffed the bottle into her backpack and glanced at her watch. She suddenly remembered her promise to join her friends at Chelsea’s house. Now she wasn’t so sure. She wished she had a hat to put on, something to flatten out her really big hair. But she thanked Crystal and headed over to Mom’s shop. “Oh, my,” said Mom when Morgan walked in. “You look so different, Morgan.” She came over to see it close up. “Do you like it?” Morgan frowned. “I’m not sure. The curl is supposed to relax more.” Mom nodded as she gave Morgan’s curls a squeeze.
