She Gets a Haircut Every June

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If there was anything to say about Sherry, it was that once something got into her head, she certainly didn't let it go until it was finished. She'd found herself a new hiding spot (though not specifically hidden, as she'd made sure to say something to her parents about it) in the city at a small building that didn't seem to have one extraordinary purpose or another. It had walls and a dumbwaiter, doors and a floor, two stories. It was perfectly functional for holing herself up in and studying, or reading, or whatever little growing girls did alone when they didn't want to be bothered.

She'd spread out a bit of old paper, and sat herself in the middle of it, frowning at the pair of scissors she'd found in Possessions (what? It wasn't like she'd not seen other people rummaging through things that weren't theirs. At least she'd promised to return the scissors to Stacy when she was done). So, she was really going to do it, wasn't she?

Sherry brushed her hair out carefully, her nose twitching as the long bangs slipped past and tickled. A look in the hand mirror told her exactly what she already knew; her hair was growing quickly, just like the rest of her. It brushed her shoulders and fell just past her chin.

"Okay," she breathed and picked up her scissors. "It's just a little bit. Not as though I'm going to shave myself bald." Boy, but wouldn't that be more efficient?

Snip.

Snipsnipsnip.


Snipsnipsnipsnipsnip.

At least this wasn't too hard; Sherry already had a good idea of where her bangs were. But why wasn't this line straight like the other one?

Oh well.

Snipsnipsnipsnipsnipsnipsnip.

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YOU DIED.

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Sherry's eyebrows drew together, momentarily caught off-guard by what was assuredly their poorly timed attempt to change the subject. Further study was required and would be attained elsewhere.

"I forgot my bag," she explained and pointed to the blue leather pouch between her parents, sitting there idly. "I didn't think you two would still be here, either. Don't you have adult things to be doing?" Sherry raised her eyebrows and tilted her head, examining her parents carefully.

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Claire was a little red, and she glanced at the bag, before looking back at Leon and then Sherry again. It was fairly obvious to her the little girl wasn't buying their excuse, but if she wasn't going to press the question Claire wasn't going to volunteer in depth information on her love life.

"Right. Yes," she nodded her head, looking back at Leon, her arms sliding away from his shoulders, although she reached out to slide one of her hands through his. "We were just leaving, actually. To go do adult things." Claire knew what Sherry meant but, well.

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Leon kept his mouth squarely shut, and managed not to facepalm, though it was probably evident on his face that there was some in-joke hovering there.

"Yeah..." Leon tugged slightly on Claire's hand. "Shall we?"

The sooner they got out of there, the sooner they could be properly mortified by this. Then get over it and get to those 'adult things'.

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She squeezed Leon's hand to let him know she was on the same wave length as he was but it was a really bad idea to make a crack in front of Sherry. She smiled at the little girl again before turning back towards the door.

"We'll see you later, sweetie. Have fun studying, okay?" Now to exit as quickly as possible without looking embarrassed.