Hair.

March 29, 2010
By Sara Lauer SILVER, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
Sara Lauer SILVER, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
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In my family hair is over very unique trait for each of us. My dad has jet black hair, straight as spaghetti before it’s boiled. My older sister’s hair looks like milk chocolate but is obnoxious and annoying, needs to be tamed or it will go out of control. My mom’s hair is sweet, short and to the point, and not much variety, and has the color of dirty dishwater with a tint of blonde. And my younger sister’s has the strength of an army, but looks like shiny caramel being drizzled on ice cream.

My hair is like no other in my family. My hair is like a field of tall blowing in the wind. My Hair grows like weeds in a garden. My hair gets bleached out by the sun every summer and stays that silky, sultry blonde all year long. My hair is the black sheep in the herd.


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