Oh no! The comb is stuck
It was another day at school. But it wasn’t a normal one. No. They were back and ready to attack. I was sitting in math class and my left hand slowly started to travel up to my dark brown hair. My fingers slowly went up the side of my face and deep into my hair. As my fingernails curled underneath my hair strands and my knuckles touched the black elastic hair tie, I started to scratch my hair as if I were a dog with fleas. It was getting to the end of maths and the itching started again.
As the day went by the itching got more annoying and frustrating. It was the end of the day and it felt like the nasty beasts in my hair were growing in number minute by minute. I finally got home after a tiring day of just ignoring the nasty beasts all day long. I chucked my bright pink bag on the ground and ran directly to my room. As I got to my room I opened my drawer and started looking for my nit comb. When I finally found underneath my big comb, I took out my hair from the thick black hair tie and started to run the comb through my long hair. I continued dragging the comb through my hair which actually felt nice and soothing.
It was night time now and the nits were still there biting down into my scalp. I was having my dinner, and as I was having it I looked down and screamed on top of my lungs “aghhh, there’s a nit in my food”. My mum looked down at my plate and said “it's just a chia seed”. I stopped screaming and my brother just stared at me annoyed. I finished eating my dinner which was delish. I hopped into the shower to wash my hair with this special type of shampoo that kills all the nits. Finally these devils are going to die. I got out my warm relaxing shower and told my mum to get rid of any dead nits that were left in my hair.
My mum started to take out nit after nit. As she was doing that I started to get bored so I decided that, I should curl my hair with a comb. So I started to twirl my hair around my comb, one strand at a time. As the comb started to fill up by my hair, I thought it was nice and filled so I should untangle it. As I started to untangle it, it wasn’t untangling. I kept pulling but that comb didn’t want to come out. I started to panic because comb wasn’t coming so with courage I told my mum. “Mummy the comb is stuck!!!”. She looked at me and started to laugh. She asked me what have I done and I replied “I was trying to curl my hair with a comb”. My mum continued laughing and I kept trying to take the comb out. After my mum stopped laughing she started to help me take out the comb. But, that comb didn’t want to come out. What felt like forever my mum went to get a boiling hot knife and started to carve through the comb. The comb started to melt, but my head was aching with pain. The brusills of the comb started to fall of one by one. And in a jif my mum snapped the comb in half and my hair was left a ginormous knot.
From that day on I have never ever wanted nits again.