Haircut!

Lauren watched nervously as Sharon and Vanessa talked, often while looking her way and giggling. God, those scheming bitches! Lauren wanted to flee, but where could she go? She had no phone, no wallet, no car. She was trapped with her worst enemy!

The pair finished talking and Sharon approached Lauren.

"Hey Larry!" She said in a bubbly voice.

Lauren was confused. Did Sharon not recognize her? Or maybe she was in on the joke? Lauren wasn't sure which would be worse.

"Your big sister Charlotte says you need a haircut, so I'm going to take care of you, okay?" Sharon explained as she guided Lauren to a chair.

"What? No no no, I don't want a haircut!" Lauren objected as Sharon lifted her by the armpits, plopping her in the salon chair.

"Oh, I know little boys hate haircuts, but don't worry, it'll be fun!" Sharon laughed.

Before Lauren could do anything to stop this she felt the hat yanked off her head. Then she heard a loud 'SNIP' and saw a long lock of brunette hair falling downwards. Oh my god, her perfect hair was getting butchered!