I was very excited about the dance that I was going to go to that evening, but I was worried about my hair. I was 11 years old and had been at Hastings overnight summer camp for a month by then. The camp was throwing the dance to celebrate the last evening that we are going be there that summer. A few days before I had finally worked up the courage to ask Kate to go to the dance with me. But didn’t think that Kate or any other girl was going to want to dance with me because of my hair.

It had grown so long that summer that it was difficult to keep out of my face making me look like a shaggy dog. But there was nothing to be done. I couldn’t go to the barber shop, like my mother had suggested before coming to camp, and it would have been too embarrassing to ask any of my fellow campers for hairspray. That and I doubted that any of them had any.

But then I had an idea. Maybe I could take my soft-brill hairbrush to the dance with me. That way, I could brush my hair back into place when necessary. But where could I carry my hairbrush? The answer came immediately: in my front pants pocket.

Please start the story with the main character standing in the bathroom in front of a mirror before the dance starts

For example you could start with: I was standing in front of a mirror in my cabin at Hastings summer camp. I was staring at my hair wondering what to do with it.