Everybody in my family has hair that expresses themselves. My dad’s hair is a balding, bright, neon pink. He is so funny, weird and an outgoing person. My younger brother, his hair is like a dark, shaggy, brown mop. You can never see his face, just his mouth that is mostly shut. My youngest brother, has hair like spikes in a torture chamber. With light red on the tips, like blood after someone was trapped in it.

My hair, it’s as purple as dark rainy sky after it rained for hours. It rarely goes up, because the layers are shorter in the front than the back. Just like fireworks exploding in the night time sky. But my moms hair is like a rainbow, brighting up the sky. But when she’s mad it gets dark. When she’s happy the colors fill her head like Skittles all bright. Oh the smell chocolate chip cookies fresh, baked cookies, that just came out of the oven.