It all started, well, at home. I was home alone. I lit some candles and decided to relax and practice some yoga in the living room. Pushing all of the furniture out of the way, I prepared for my relaxation by piling candles everywhere I could fit them. After producing the huge firetrap, I got out my yoga book and started the maneuvers.

As I look back I realize I was stupid. It was probably my blonde hair. Anyway, I was trying out a new move, which required me to balance on one foot. Me being Miss Uncoordinated herself, lost my balance and fell. My beautiful blonde hair landed on top of the candles along with the back of my head. Flames shot up from my head and torched my whole scalp. I popped up with the shot of pain on my cranium. I tried choking the fire by pulling my shirt on top of it but it was no help. Screaming and crying, I hurdled over the furniture and sprinted to the kitchen sink. There was a tub

“You couldn’t imagine.” I replied smartly. As I was talking to him, I felt the tight bandage on my head. That is when the question entered my mind.

Going threw the doors of the huge building was the easy part. As soon as I went threw there was no turning back. I saw some Gothic people sitting on the floor of the main hallway. I walked by, keeping my wig-covered head held high. They acknowledged my presence and turned away as if I was the same as everyone else. Wow, this was great. My wig must look like real hair. Then I saw him. He was tall, wearing a leather jacket and hanging out with his scrubby friends. He was going to be my worst nightmare.

I was in the hospital for 6 days. I returned home to find the house back as it was before the incident happened. There were neither candles nor dirty dishwater. The furniture was back in its original place and there were no signs of fire on our wooden floor. I went up into my room to rest. I climbed the narrow stairs, which led to my safehaven. I entered my room and fell onto my bed. I pulled the covers up to my shoulders and proceeded to go to sleep. The moment before I closed my eyes I saw all of my hair products on my vanity. A single tear fell from my eye. I told myself not to think about it and go to bed.

Every day I go to school with no problems but this day is different. This day was my first day of high school. I was scared to death. What were my new peers going to think of me? Are they going to tease me? Will I be the center of all the rumors? My mind was full of questions but I decided there was nothing I was going to do but face my fear. I had made it that far with a bald head; it wasn’t going to keep me from going any further.

I walked home that day and entered my house with many emotions running high. Lucky for me, my father happened to be home on a sick leave.

Some topics in this essay:
Dolly Pardon, Miss Uncoordinated, Ordinary Alka, day school, day day, happened home, real hair, day day school, gothic people, probably won’t, dirty dishwater, blonde hair, leather jacket, alka name,