Beezus carelessly pressed her left cheek on the surface of their dining table with a deep sigh, strands of her now short hair falling insensitively on her face and covering her eyes. She sighed more before straightening herself back up.

She still couldn’t believe that her Grandmother cut her hair last night. The experience was rather dreadful and she wasn’t feeling any more comfortable with how light her head felt. Out of frustration, she shrieked and pounded her fists on the table. She wanted to wail and roll on the floor.

She was so depressed that it drove her nuts!