No one in the school had hair as wonderful as Donna. It was voluminous, luxurious and shiny; the cloud of her hair entered the room before Donna had made it all the way down the hall. And the scent! It was like fresh wildflowers and the smell of fresh donuts rolled together.
Whoever sat behind her would be found napping in the soft pillow of her curls by the end of class.
Donna grew tired of the attention.
“What can I do for you today?” The receptionist at the salon murmured, unable to take her eyes off Donna’s coif.
“I would like…a haircut!” Donna declared.
The next day, her friends and classmates were wondering if Donna had transferred schools. Some students wept at the loss. But not one person seemed to notice the smiling new girl, with the bald head, who had appeared at school as if from thin air.