Chaela Vasquez and lots of other girls at school had gone underthe knife to enhance their looks. If Holland’s mom could affordit, she’d get some work done on her nose. Not a full nose job—more like a mini-procedure. A few tiny snips to her nostrils wouldmake a huge difference.Glancing in the mirror, she turned her face to a different angle. There was no improvement; she still looked gross! Getting herhair cut was the worst decision she’d ever made. This horrendousstyle magnified her poorest features. Heartsick, she fought theurge to cry. There was no time for tears; summer break would beover in less than a month, and she needed to come up with asolution.Frustrated, she grabbed the swath of hair that hung limply inher face. This piece of hair held no purpose. She grabbed a pairof scissors and considered cutting it. With lots of gel and hairspray,perhaps she could give herself a mini-mohawk.
. Creativehairstyling was not one of her strengths. Imagining a far shoddierhair disaster, she put down the scissors, and released the handfulof hair. Trying to blend in with the popular girls…the cool kids withperfect hair and impeccable fashion sense, Holland had attemptedto step up her game, but now she wished she’d never bothered.She should have been content staying under the radar. Now, withsuch a noticeably bad hair cut, she could count on lots of negativeattention.Holland wouldn’t be able to handle kids pointing fingers andlaughing at her. To become the butt of cruel jokes would totally destroy her.Her best friend, Naomi, was taunted every day. For some unknownreason, she never went to her parents or asked any authority figureat school to intervene. She bravely endured the heckling and