Brushing Hair Cartoon Novels & Stories

She requested and I smiled at her. “Sure. I can do that,” I said and took the hairbrush from her and she hopped up on the bed while I stood up to get the height difference between us right. I brushed her long, brown, and silky hair down and detangled it. For a nine-year-old, her hair was pretty long.

Cringing at the massive bird’s nest of wavy long brown waves that’s supposed to be my hair, I turn the tap on and wash my hands, then dive into brushing my teeth. “Dang it,” I whisper as I clutch my brush. “Why the heck did I forget to braid my hair last night before going to sleep?” I ask myself as I dive into brushing the kinks out of my thick locks. After I have the knots brushed out, I pull the thick strands into a high ponytail. “Makeup will have to wait,” I whisper to myself, scrunching up my nose. “Cassius will kill me if I’m late for training.”

-Karen- Morning came quickly while I struggled to wake up. Bart and Conor arrived for breakfast, and we ate bagels with cream cheese and fresh fruit. Conor seemed to be very happy today. After breakfast, he gave me a hairbrush set, and I didn't wait to brush my hair. He said it was a special surprise. And I do love it. It's so pretty! But I want this to be the last one. I'm starting to get the feeling I should just stop fighting him. I quickly brushed my violet tresses while he watched quietly from the chair on the right. Lizette would brush my hair when I had a lousy day… And she would sing so sweetly, too. "You know, I appreciate your presents, but they're completely unwarranted, as I've t

SuNDAY Elle’s POV The hairbrush was the one thing that Elle picked for herself. It had a gold handle and pearls along the backside. It was beautiful with white bristles that were just the right amount of resistance to brush her hair. Arya sat Elle down and started brushing. It felt good to have her hair done, although Arya sometimes pulled. She enjoyed the one-on-one attention she got when her friends dressed her. But this felt cheap for some reason, fake.

It feels right: soft, comfortable, but presentable. Moving to the mirror, I grab the brush from the dresser and drag it slowly through my hair. There’s no time or energy for anything too polished, so I gather my hair into a high, messy bun, twisting it into place with a few strands left to frame my face. The moment I finish pinning it, a loud knock echoes through the house, startling me enough to make my heart skip.

Ellen said, ruffling Kenia’s hair with her free hand. “Stop it mum, you will scattered it.” Kenia pouted, almost faking a cry. “Sorry baby.” “It took me hours to get it done, now it’s so rough and scattered.” Kenia complained, trying to comb the hair down with her fingers. “Don’t you have a brush?. Where’s it?.” “Oh yeah, right— I do have one.” Kenia opened her handbag and pulled out a small brush and brushed her long silky black hair, checking the mirror constantly to know if it’s okay.

“What we just did.” “Brushing our teeth? No, not really. Have you never done it before?” Jasmine was half-joking at the end until she saw Maia’s face. “You haven’t done it before, have you?” Maia shook her head no. “Well here, let me teach you.” Jasmine carefully walked her through how to properly brush her teeth, complete with a rinsing and flossing routine. By the end, Maia’s gums were bleeding and sore, but her mouth felt so clean. “Now girl, we gotta do something about that hair,” Jasmine said, referring to the large tangle that sat on the back of her head and wrapped around the sides. “I have just the thing. Come here.” Maia followed Jasmine up into her bed, waiting for directions.

I don't have that need, I don't even want this bond. Having my mood ruined, I grudgingly got out of the bath. I couldn't find any shorts that would stay on me, so I settled for a very large shirt. Throwing it on, I brushed my hair with my fingers, ripping knots out with every swipe, earning a painful wince from me. Ive always hated brushing knots out of my hair. After a long, excruciating five minutes of brushing my hair, I finally felt ready enough to leave the room. The whole house was very quiet. The only noises were my footsteps.

Lord in Heaven, help me, I don't want to die–! “...Can you please help me brush my hair, Miss Brighton?” the Princess suddenly asked, holding out her hand brush innocently with too-bright red eyes alight with carefully restrained laughter, a knowing look on her face, “It is a hassle to reach the back.” Eden immediately released a breath she did not know she had been holding in and managed to stop herself from slumping on the floor in sweet, sweet relief. Nevertheless, she did manage to reach for the hairbrush despite her fumbling hands.

My hair tie was gone, which I knew but I didn’t know it frayed out like the bride of Frankenstein. “It’s not that bad,” Callie tried, “Just run your fingers through it a bit.” “I need a brush.” My voice cracked on the last syllable. “Okay, well there are other girls here, right? I’m sure we could use one really quick.” Callie motioned me to the door as I ran my fingers through my knotted hair. “There’s Jake.” Callie nodded. “I’m sure pretty boy doesn’t have a brush.” I replied, “He hardly has hair.”