Playing With Scissors

This is a story I had to write for L.A.:

Regret is something that makes you want to change what you did. And boy, did I wish I had listened to my mom! At seven years old, I thought I knew it all! I was told, years ago, when we had just moved into our new house, that I was not to play with the scissors, or cut my hair with them.

This day would be awesome! I was going to get a haircut, but not at a hairdresser, I was going to do it by myself! That day, my mom and dad were downstairs cleaning out the basement, my sister was sleeping in her cot and I was all alone.

I quietly tiptoed into the kitchen, where all of our utensils were kept. I walked around the island corner, making sure to keep super quiet, and stopped in front of the top drawer. The drawers were white with a green ball for a handle. The floors squeaked with every step, and so did the drawers. I grasped the green ball of a handle and gently pulled, the drawer opened quietly and with ease. I reached in, listening for my parents to come up the stairs, and grabbed the blue and black pair of long, sharp scissors. My heart was pounding for the fear of my parents catching me.

I walked down the hall, rounded the corner and plopped down in front of our linen cupboard. I carefully held a piece of my hair and brought the scissors up to the strand. I slowly closed the scissors down on my hair. I heard a snipping sound as bits of my long, brown hair fell to the ground.

I swept up the mess of hair with my hands; heart thumping, and carefully opened the linen cupboard door. I gently laid the strands of hair just behind the doorframe, hoping my parents wouldn’t find it. I closed the cupboard door and sighed. I had done it! Now all I have to do is put the blue and black scissors away.

Across the hall, my sister shifted in her bed. I cringed. I hoped it wasn’t me that had made her move. I snuck down the hall, scissors in hand, and making sure to be “Light as a fairy” and stepped into the kitchen. Again I quietly slid the top drawer open, and gently laid the scissors down. I heard a noise! It was my parents coming upstairs! I quietly and quickly closed the drawer and ran to my room.

I had succeeded!

Later that day, my mom found the few strands of hair behind the door. I was called from my room. As I got into the living room, I was told to sit down and listen to a lecture about scissors, obeying rules, and cutting my hair. I will never use scissors again!

Hope you enjoyed it!!!