Hairogrophy

__I__ wake up in the morning and listen as she grumbles in the mirror about the mess I made of myself. She doses me in water and uses the __special__ soap in hopes to keep me under control. She can't do that, __it is like taming a tiger__. The body tries to dry me, tries to curl me, tries to straiten me. I won't budge, I laugh as she gives in and pulls me up, but even then, I won't do as she says. I try to escape, I don't listen to the pins and clips she tries to add to me, does she not think I'm already beautiful, why must she add the accessories? I __slither__ out until she twists me firmly and forces me to stay.

When she does successfully curl me in the morning, I escape from the curls when she's not looking, __like a little child who sneakes a cookie after her has already had three__. I cause the springs to fall right out and I return to my gorgeous, natural waves. When she is fed up with me, she takes a __sticky__ substance and puts it all over me. I can't move! I can't do what I want, I can't escape from this terrible fate! By the end of the day, the body does rescue me, she covers me in water, so the chains slide off of me. I feel happy, like I know even she does terrible things to me, she loves me. I always hear her, and other bodies, compliment my color and how I'm so shinny. I see bodies try to make their hair look like mine. I feel proud.

But, there is the torture. she leaves with a smile then sits in a chair. My ends are washed one more time, and then... a __body__ takes out two knives put together. She cut me and I __scream__ in agony, I try to escape but I can't because of the weight of the water. When she is done, I look wonderful, perhaps that is why she put me through this, so I can be as pretty as possible!



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I thought I needed more metaphores and similies and different, more interesting words.