The Evil Hairdo E-Book

Oisin McGann

• Herausgeber: The O'Brien Press
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2012

Seitenzahl: 48

Beschreibung

Deep in the cellars of the O'Brien Press is a safe that contained stories too horrible to be read. But somebody has broken into that safe and the stories have been released. This is one of those Forbidden Files. 'It started with my favourite girlband WitchCraft. They were beautiful. They could sing and dance and above all they were cool. And I wanted the WitchCraft hairdo more than anything else in the world.' But then I got it, and that's when the trouble started. Because it turned out that my hair was evil... Ten year old Melanie gets her WitchCraft hairdo in a mysterious salon that appears out of nowhere. Although thrilled with it, she soon realises that her hair is evil and has a mind of its own. From cutting up all her Mum's clothes to summoning a plague of rats, Melanie's hair tries to destroy her whole life.

Leseprobe

Prologue

O’Brien Press Memo From: The Management To: All Members of Staff Subject: The Forbidden Files

You’re probably wondering why you arrived this morning to find the police searching your desks.

The safe containing the Forbidden Files was broken into. The Files have been STOLEN.

The stories in these Files were kept locked up and hidden away for good reason. These stories are too FRIGHTENING, too DISTURBING or just too downright DISGUSTING to be read by children.

The police will want to speak to all of you — please give them your full cooperation. We have to find The Forbidden Files; they must NEVER see the light of day.

For Maedhbh and her wild hair

CONTENTS

Prologue

Title Page

Dedication

1 The Whole ‘Cool’ Thing

2 I Should Be On MTV Or Something

3 My Brother IsSuchAn Idiot

4 It’s So Bad, Wayne IsReading

5 I AmSoDead When Mum Catches Me

6 Split Ends Like You Wouldn’tBelieve

7 Really, My Dad IsSoCool

About the Author

Copyright

1

The Whole ‘Cool’ Thing

I just want to begin by saying that none of this was my fault. The whole thing started with my favourite girl band: WitchCraft. They were who I wanted to be. They were beautiful. They could sing and dance and above all … they were cool. They all wore their hair the same way: long, straight and really dark, slightly metallic green that was almost black, but not quite. I had all their songs on CD; I had their posters on my bedroom walls; I had the WitchCraft schoolbag, the WitchCraft lunchbox, the WitchCraft magazines, the WitchCraft clothes and now I wanted the WitchCraft hair.

‘Over my dead body,’ said my mum. ‘You are not dying your hair green.’

You can see my problem. My mum just doesn’t understand cool. I mean, I ask for one little thing that’s really, really important to me, and she acts like I want to have a brain operation or something. Anyway, that still left me without my long, straight, green hair, and something had to be done about that. My name is Melanie. I’m ten years old, and this is my story.

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Getting your hair styled is an expensive business, at least if you’re a girl. It’s cheap for boys, but then what do boys care about hair? The only time a boy cares about his hair is when he wants to look like his favourite footballer. But for girls it’s expensive and you need parents to pay for expensive things. So when a new hair stylist opened on the corner just down the road from us, I couldn’t help noticing they had a poster of WitchCraft – with their dark green hairdos – up in the window … and underneath it was a sign saying:

Official WitchCraft Stylist. Get The Latest WitchCraft Look For Just €15!

I sprinted home as fast as my WitchCraft trainers could carry me.

Fifteen euros isn’t much for a cool hairstyle, but it was still more than I could afford right then. I had maybe three or four euros in my WitchCraft purse at home. I’m not very good at saving money.

As I ran, I tried to work out how I could get some more cash. Mrs Collins next door would pay me to walk her little dog, but it was always trying to bite my ankles, and it pulled at the lead so hard all the time that it nearly strangled itself. I was worried that some day it would pass out and I’d have to give it mouth-to-mouth. I could do a charity run (I’m a good runner) or maybe stand out on the street with one of those plastic boxes: ‘Support Melanie’s Bid For New Hair’. But I didn’t think anybody would figure that me getting the latest hairstyle was a very good cause. I mean, it wasn’t like I’d actually die if I didn’t get it – although sometimes it felt that way.

There was always the chance of making some money by selling some of my WitchCraft gear, but to be honest, I’d rather give mouth-to-mouth to Mrs Collins’s dog.

By the time I got home, I knew there was only one thing I could do. I was going to have to ask Wayne. You see, I’m not good at saving money, but my little brother Wayne is. Believe it or not, he actually has a piggy bank. It’s shaped like a football, but it’s a piggy bank all the same. And in that piggy bank is at least fifteen euros, maybe more. The only problem was getting it out of Wayne.

I was going to have to be really clever about this. I needed to make him think that he’d be doing himself a big favour by loaning me the money. I ran upstairs and pushed open his bedroom door.

‘Hey, listen,’ I said to him. ‘I’ve got this really great idea for a …’

‘I’m not loaning you any money,’ he snapped, without looking up from his stupid computer football game. Sometimes I forget that just because he’s annoying, that doesn’t make him a complete idiot. He can be pretty sharp when he wants to be. Being clever hadn’t worked, so I tried begging instead.

‘Wayne! Please! This is really important!’

‘So is this. I’m into the semi-finals!’ he yelled back. Wayne was no good at real football, but he was the top goal scorer in our school on a games console.

I put my hands on my hips and waited for him to finish the match, then I hit ‘pause’ on the console.

‘Hey!’ he scowled.

‘Please, Wayne. Please, please lend me some money. I’ll give it back in, like, a week, I promise.’

‘So, why not just wait a week, and get it then?’ he asked.