Pantene nights now had more significance than ever before. As the four of us would walk down the street with our hair loose we would turn guys’ heads so far around that they almost severed spines. We were four girls with manes that every girl wanted, and Mary was right about us rediscovering our love for our hair now that our manes were living on borrowed time. Months and months went by after the four of us had fallen in love with our hair all over again, and it was just like old times with our new found hair fondness. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and eight months after our arrangement the first event finally occurred and robbed one of us of our beloved manes. This was the turning point of the adventures of our hair, and just like in stories, once the turning point of the story occurred, things began to happen very fast.
Almost like destiny it happened on a Pantene night, just like our arrangement had. This was the night our four perfect manes were reduced to three, and then two, and a few months down the line only one of us would still possess their amazing hair, this was the night that my best friend Jenny became the first of us to lose her hair.
