RoseRose was a Cabbage Patch Kid. A Cabbage Patch Kid and my best friend. Sure, I had real human-fleshed friends like Eve, but none were as special as her. And Rose needed a haircut.
I had just had mine trimmed for the first time at a hair salon, which made me an expert at cutting hair. I had stared around the Hair Cuttery, memorizing everything going around me so I could impress Rose. Before this trip, my mother had clipped my hair by herself in her bedroom.
I stared pensively at her, chewing on my lip as I conceptualized her new look.
"Do you want it short?" I asked, before telling her my opinion. "I think short is good," I supplied.
Rose was sitting on my white posy flowered bedspread that was supposed to have pink trim near the pillow. Of course, that pink trim was lying in an uneven line as a lump on my bed at the moment. If I didn't like my blanket, then I didn't have to make it look nice. Besides, she didn't care.
Rose looked bored and didn't answer.
"Okay!" I ran to get the