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tried to kill my brother, I had to admit it to myself; I loved my daddy. A buzzing, growling started up. It was the sound of the leaf-blower, which Dad used to clean up the leaves in the garden in autumn. Except this time he was using it to clean up rats. He got close to the door and was pushing it open when my hair turned so quickly, it yanked my head around. It whipped out as Dad’s hand reached through and stuck its sharp points into his arm. He let out a yell and his hand disappeared. The hairdo went after him, but just as it was carrying me through, I kicked at the door with my feet, and slammed it shut, trapping the hair against the frame. It was now jammed in the closed door.

    ‘Now, Wayne!’ I shouted. ‘Hurry!’
    Wayne raised the scissors and started snipping. The hair was tough and wasn’t going to give up without a fight, but it was trapped and Wayne kept cutting until it was all either lying in pieces on the floor, or hanging where it was still caught in the door. Dad pushed the door open and the last clump fell to the floor.
    Squatting on the pine floorboards, it turned this way and that and then started shuffling out into the hall. Dad rushed in, and it got caught under his feet as he lowered the leaf-blower. With the blast from the blower, the room filled with flying hair and Wayne and I had to get out as Dad chased around the room, looking for the rats he thought were attacking us.
    The last piece of the hairdo scampered across the floor like a bristly mouse. Dad chased after it, but a rat beat him to it, grabbing the hair and racing down the stairs with it. The rodent disappeared out the back door with the clump of hairdo still in its mouth.
    Dad sighed, took one more look around for any rats and then put down the leaf-blower. Sweeping us both up in his arms, he kissed and hugged us.
    ‘Thank goodness you’re all right!’ he gasped. ‘We were terrified when we saw the rats go upstairs after you.’
    ‘Are they gone, Daddy?’ I asked.
    ‘They are. They’re all gone, sweetheart. It’s okaynow.’ He hugged me tighter, and then put me down.
    ‘There isn’t a sign of them,’ Mum said as she came up the stairs. ‘It’s like they were never here. Wasn’t that the oddest thing? I’ve never seen anything like it …’

    She stopped when she saw me. I was sure that she was going to blame me for all of this, but instead, she pulled gently on a tuft of my newly-cropped hair.
    ‘I suppose this is the new look?’ she groaned. ‘Honestly, Melanie. I do wish you’d ask me before going and doing things like this. What puts these ideas into your head?’
    I glanced at Wayne, who was behind her. He shrugged.
    ‘I think I was just having a bad hair day, Mum,’ I replied.

    ***
    Mum and Dad never really got what happened, and I just couldn’t come up with a way to explain it that grown-ups would understand. The hairdo was still alive out there somewhere. At least it wasn’t attached to my head anymore, but I was worried that Gail might still be making more of the horrible things. I figured there was no way that the real WitchCraft stars could be mixed up in such a nasty plot, but something had to be done about that dodgy stylist. So the next day, I decided to show Wayne where I’d got the evil hairdo.

    When we reached the salon, it had changed completely.
    It wasn’t a salon anymore; it was a music shop. And there was some kind of gig going on tocelebrate the opening. Loud, romantic pop music drifted out. There must have been two hundred girls in and around the shop, screaming and crying. Curious, I wandered closer, trying to see inside. Wayne moaned a bit, but followed me anyway. I pushed through the crowd, drawn by five beautiful voices.

    And there they were, singing and doing a dance routine in the middle of the shop – five boys. The banner above their heads read: ‘From the people who brought you WitchCraft . The new Hit Sensations: Spellbinder !’ They all had cool haircuts and really