Bedhead

Bedhead
March 12, 2010
By: Sam Carton

"Uggghhhh!" Sam rolled out of bed, plodded down to the bathroom and splashed his face with warm water. As he dried his face, he peered in the mirror and saw he had three little hairs sticking up from the back of his head. "Oh my god" Sam whispered. He ran to the closet, grabbed the gel, glopped some on his head and flattened it down like a pancake. Sam looked in the mirror, and next thing he knew, gel flew all over the mirror and the little three hairs were sticking up again, straight as an arrow.

After he cleaned up the mirror, Sam grabbed his comb and thoroughly brushed his hair. After that was done, Sam walked over to the mirror and next thing he knew, the three little hairs were sticking up again, straight as an arrow. "So," Sam grumbled "Going to play hard are you?" realizing Sam was talking to his hair, he stopped the conversation not waiting for a reply from his nonliving hair. Sam was thinking of a different approach to keep his hair down when he got a new idea.
Sam grabbed the scissors out of the medicine cabinet and pulled up the little hairs. SNIP, SNIP, SNIPPY, SNIP! Sam watched as the three little hairs floated down to the intricately tiled floor. He looked into the mirror and the next thing he knew, three new little hairs were sticking up, straight as an arrow. "There is no winning with you?" Sam thought angrily. He threw down the scissors and stormed out of the bathroom.
Sam bolted into his room, grabbed his Yankees hat he got from his aunt in New York and put it on his head. "Why didn't I think of this before?" Sam mumbled to himself. He proudly walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
"Sam, guess where I'm taking you today?" asked Sam's Dad.
"Where?" Sam wonderingly replied to his Dad.
"The Red Sox game!"
Sam and his Dad climbed into the car, and drove into Boston. When they got to Fenway, Sam and his Dad bought a hotdog and walked into the stadium. After they were seated, the game started. David "Big Poppy" Ortiz was up to bat, but he struck out. All of a sudden, the crowd started booing and chanting for Sam to take his hat off. Sam slowly lifted his hat off his head and the crowd ceased their chanting.
Sam wondered why the crowd wasn't laughing. Sam asked his Dad if the three little hairs were sticking up and Sam's Dad confirmed it. Sam turned his attention back to the game but was startled when the peanut guy came running over. "Here, take this." The peanut guy tossed a little bottle to Sam. "It's peanut oil, for your hair."
"Thanks." Sam shouted over the crowd. Sam put the stuff in his hair and sure enough, the peanut oil worked. Sam enjoyed the rest of the game without the three little hairs sticking up as straight as an arrow.