This Year At Home (A Short Story) - Plot & Excerpts
So I pulled my hair through my big round brush and held the brush tight. With my other hand, I aimed my hair dryer, turned the heat dial to high, and switched the dryer on.Thin strands of steam shot into the air as my damp hair sizzled. Sure, I could have let that section air-dry. Nobody was gonna notice it—it was on the nape of my neck. But I wanted to look like a beautiful warrior, and a beautiful warrior has meticulously styled hair.Normally, I wouldn’t have fussed so much over my hair, but it wasn’t a normal day. Winter break was over, and I was going back to school to face my tormentors.“Rebecca, you up?” Mom shouted from outside my bedroom door.She was being ridiculous. Of course I was up. Didn’t the sound of my hair dryer prove it? “Yeah.”“Turn down the music; it’s too loud.”I turned down my iPod, even though it wasn’t blaring.“I’ll be downstairs.” There was jumpy optimism in her voice, a mix of anxiety and excitement. I got why she was a bundle of nerves.
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