Dear Diary 2

Dear Diary 2

Dear Diary, May 10th, 2011

I heard about this new American book that told of peoples%u2019 personal experiences, so I decided to add in my own. You see, this event you hear is all true, and because of it, I had to leave to a new country. I won%u2019t say where, just in case someone from my town reads this, but I%u2019ll tell it anyway.

I lived in an interesting neighborhood, to say the least. Most of the town was down right boring, but just our cul-de-sac was the most exciting of them all. We had a few senior citizens that lived with each other. One was a Vietnam veteran, another supposedly was an old country singer, and the last had some mental condition where she thought she was someone famous on television. We had the gothic poets who wouldn%u2019t dare step into the sunlight. We had the preppy girls who squealed over Justin Timberlake and sang in high pitched voices. Then, finally, there was us.

About half of the others on that block, including us, were %u201Cthe nerds%u201D. In that small category, it was split into a few more categories. Some were the Dungeon and Dragon nerds, computer nerds, video game nerds, and anime nerds. There were even traditional nerds obsessed with science and mathematics! I was apart of the %u201Cmutt%u201D category, being obsessed with all of the above.

One of my friends was in the science industry. Most of the other scientists listed him as the crazy type. I considered him rather creative, but I was considered to be crazy as well. I didn%u2019t find too much respect for him, though. He only seemed to make money off of his profits. I felt different about his experiments. It would have been great to help people and being able to be the first to make something new.

So, one day, he approached me and asked me to help advertise a new product he was hoping to sell. I was curious (and slightly cautious), so I questioned what the product was. It seemed to be a new hair growing formula. I was disappointed by hearing that. Hair restoring products weren%u2019t really new, but at least it was helpful. Besides, he told me I would get some of the profits. I didn%u2019t like to purely get into something or the money, but I still liked cash as much as the next person did.

We decided that it would be best if we gave out samples. If other people were able to use the products, they would help spread the word of how well it worked. Of course, I made sure to ask if he tested it first. He reassured me that it worked. In fact, he tested it himself! We needed some results fast, though. So, I went to my roommate, ******.

****** had very long hair, down to her waist. She was the only one who I knew with hair that long. I informed her of the project we were doing and convinced her to let me snap a picture of her hair, in exchange for a bottle of the formula. She wanted to make her hair past her ankles, much like what we have seen in anime over the years. It wouldn%u2019t have been a problem with this new %u201CHair Grow Back%u201D formula!

I used Adobe Photoshop to edit the picture and make her hair look shorter, for a %u201Cbefore%u201D picture. The %u201Cafter%u201D picture was her current picture now. Many people who knew ****** wouldn%u2019t believe it, but there were a lot of people who didn%u2019t even notice her. She wasn%u2019t very social or outgoing like me. I stood near the corner of the street of a small fork in the road, where our street lead to two other streets, with small samples of %u201CHair Grow Back%u201D with me on a table, along with the pictures of ******%u2019s hair.

I couldn%u2019t believe the amount of people coming by. A few were the preppy girls on my street, and even a few of the gothic poets. By the evening, I was out of small sample packages. Nearly half of the actual, purchasable version was sold. This seemed to be a great idea after all! I packed up my things and headed back to my house. Everything was going perfectly well.

Well, that%u2019s what I thought at first.

I worked on trying to put together a television commercial about the %u201CHair Grow Back%u201D. This had to get around the world quickly. It would kick the other hair formulas right out. The big bucks would soon roll in. I was drunk with greed. My mind was only on money then. A loud series of knocks on my door pulled me out of my daydream of me swimming through a sea of thousand dollar bills.

I went to answer the door and was shocked at the sight I saw. There was my chemist friend. He was out of breath and panting heavily. I realized that something was wrong, especially since I saw him actually wearing a baseball cap. My eyes were as wide as dinner plates. %u201CYour hair! What happened to you hair!%u201D I shouted. His usual, messy black hair wasn%u2019t poking out from sides of the cap. It all seemed to disappear in just a few hours since I last saw him.

%u201CI don%u2019t know!%u201D He replied, sounding panicky. He removed his head covering. I squinted, blinded by the bright light that his smooth, round head had reflected my way. %u201CI don%u2019t know what happened. I was brushing my hair, and then it was all suddenly falling out at once.%u201D He began to rub his bare temples, considering his options. I had a sudden good idea of what had happened, even before he began to speak again.

%u201CI think it must have been something in the %u2018Hair Grow Back%u2019. I studied it for a little bit and did a few tests. Somehow, it causes the hair to disconnect from the scalp and fall to the floor, like how an animal sheds. I%u2019m not sure how it does it. It could be some sort of acid or base, or perhaps the way the atoms are arranged%u2026%u201D

I didn%u2019t care about that, though. I realized what would happen next. We had to do something about it. %u201CWhat about the customers? I distributed the product to them, remember?!%u201D What were they going to do? I told them that our untitled company was the one selling it, but so far, they only knew that I was apart of the company. They were going to get pretty angry%u2026

%u201CI%u2019m sure their hair already fell out, depending on how much they used%u2026%u201D

We were interrupted by a sudden scream. We turned in the direction of a loud crash. ******%u2019s door slammed open. I stared, mouth agape. ******, the one person who had waist-length hair for as long as I could remember, was actually bald. It was like some sort of twisted dreamland that I was in. This was something worthy of Ripley%u2019s Believe It or Not! I didn%u2019t realize the sort of danger I was in, though. I just found it unbelievable and funny.

My lips curled upwards, and I bit the insides of my cheek. However, this didn%u2019t help hold in the small snickers that slipped in between my teeth. ****** seemed to have supersonic hearing, because she demanded to know what was funny. Seeing her angry like that normally would have frightened me, but in this current situation, seeing her like that only made things even more hilarious. My cheeks puffed out, still attempting to hold it in, but I soon bursted into laughter. I stumbled backwards, leaning forward and clutching my stomach. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

When I had finally calmed down, my friend was right in front of me. She didn%u2019t look too happy with me. So, the chase began. ****** gathered many other people in the same situation as her %u2013 bald from our hair restoration product. I forget the exact details, but I swear it was exactly out of something from a cartoon with those many different doors. It just didn%u2019t have the music. I managed to escape, though.

My chemist friend suggested I should move out. I gathered a few of my important things and headed to another city in another state to avoid any angry mobs of people to chase after me. He sent me a few letters, including some sent by ****** herself. It seemed she was in an insane asylum to keep her from going crazy and actually hurting someone. She must have had all of her sanity in her hair. Her most current picture of her had her hair grown to about her ear. That was less than a tenth of her original hair! Most of her letters were death threats to me, usually including the phrase %u201CI%u2019ll get you for this.%u201D

I started to get a few other threats through the mail. My house began to get egged and TPed. So, I decided to move out of the country instead, without telling anyone. I didn%u2019t tell my chemist friend either. It was now all his problem now, since he created it. He%u2019d probably wonder what happened to me when his letters start to get sent back. I%u2019ll just let him wonder. It didn%u2019t matter to me, now that I have a happy new life ahead of me.

I can%u2019t help but feel bad for what happened. Sadly enough, this was a true event. I wish it hadn%u2019t happened, but it did. Maybe I should be more cautious with crazy scientists next time. Maybe, next time, those crazy scientists should be more cautious with their experiments too, or at least not bring someone else into it if there%u2019s a possibility of everything going wrong!