Amy looked in the mirror. She needed a haircut. Her bangs covered her eyes.
Amy was going to meet her friends in one hour.
They were going to watch a movie.
The more Amy looked at her hair, the more she wanted to cut it.
Then Amy got an idea. "I know what I'll do," Amy said aloud.
"I'll cut it myself. After all how hard can it be?"
First, Amy took some scissors out of the drawer.
Next, she wet her hair. Then, Amy combed her bangs straight.
She began to cut. Snip. Snip. Snip.
Amy opened her right eye. It was looking good so far.
Amy continued to cut the rest of her bangs. Snip. Snip. Snip.
Amy stood back and looked at herself. She noticed a few strands weren't even.
So she placed her left hand on her forehead and pushed the hair down.
Snip. Snip. Snip. Amy let go of her left hand. Her bangs sprang up.
"Argh!" Amy screamed. Amy's bangs were much higher than her eyebrows now.
She looked quite ridiculous. Amy looked at her watch.
She still had time to fix her hair.
Amy squeezed some hair gel onto her hands. Then she put it on her hair.
"Argh!" Amy screamed. Now her hair looked like it had been struck by lightning.
Amy was running out of time. "Oh! Why did I cut my own hair!" she moaned.
Amy ran to her room. She pulled out a colorful scarf and wrapped it around her head.
Now she looked like a fortune-teller. Amy pulled out a box from her closet.
She took out a hat with a large feather.
Now she looked like her grandmother. Amy pulled out another hat.
She put it on and ran out of the house.
"Hi, Amy! Why are you wearing that hat?" asked Lisa.
"Oh, I . . . I felt cold . . . " lied Amy.
"Then why are you wearing shorts?" asked Sherry.
"Hey, the movie's going to start!" said Amy.
"If you're hot, Amy, you should take your hat off," whispered Sherry.
"I'm fine!" Amy whispered back.
"Hey, your hat is blocking my view," said a boy.
"Would you mind taking it off please?"
Amy didn't want her friends to see her haircut, but she had no choice. She slowly took the hat off.
"Whew!" Amy sat back in her seat, relieved.
Since the theater was so dark, no one could see her hair.
"Let's go get some ice cream," said Lisa.
"Will you please take that hat off?" asked Sherry.
Amy pulled her hat tighter over her head.
"The last one to the ice-cream shop is a rotten egg!"
Lisa and Sherry shrugged their shoulders and ran after Amy.
"Hello, girls! Lovely day, isn't it?" called out Mrs. James.
"Hello, Mrs. James! Hello, Oscar!" Oscar was so happy to see the girls.
The girls bent down to pet him.
Oscar began to sniff Amy's hat. "No, Oscar, good doggie. Stop it, Oscar!"
Amy dropped her ice cream. "Oh, my ice cream!" cried Amy.
Oscar pulled the hat right off Amy's head and ran off.
Amy put her hands on her head and tried to cover her hair.
"Amy! Your hair!" screamed Lisa and Sherry.
Amy slowly lowered her hands. It was too late!
Her friends saw her haircut. "What happened?" asked Lisa.
"I wanted to cut my own hair . . . " Amy began.
Amy realized how funny she must have looked wearing the winter hat in the middle of summer.
Suddenly the three girls burst out laughing. They laughed and laughed.
"Okay, but what am I going to do? My hair looks terrible!" said Amy.
"I have an idea," said Sherry. She took out two pins from her hair.
"There. How does that look?"
"Oh, you look cute! I kind of like your haircut!" said Lisa.
Amy looked in a mirror. "Oh, I do look kind of cute!" said Amy. The three girls laughed again.
"Did you have a good time?" asked Mother.
"Yes, we had fun."
"Good. Oh, Amy, I noticed your hair was getting long. I think you need a haircut."