The Last Transformation Home

Today I woke up pretty excited to see what people back home were going to say. I got all my things ready and waited for Katie. On the way back home we were talking about what people were going to think and how they were going to take it. She also addmitted to not wanting to shave my head, but it didn't look bad. She then turned around and said she likes my hair long.
When we first got back Katie wanted to see the reaction that I was going to get so she came in with me. My dad was the only one home yet again, but I think he was in shock when he first saw me because he didn't say anything. When he did finally speak he said didn't I know that I'm supposed to shave my head in the summer and grow it out in the winter.
Next stop was my mom's work. I was really intrigued to see how she was going to take it. I didn't get to see her very first face, but Katie said that her mouth just dropped when I passed the window. She asked what I was this week a skinhead. I told her that's exactly what I was this week. I then went on to tell her about the quest I was doing. She was relieved that last week was a quest because she was a little worried about me. I hung out for a little bit and people kept coming in asking if I had lost a bet.
I then went home to show my sister what I had done. When I walked into the living room her face had a look of discust on it. I went and sat next to her and she told me to get away because I was just as creepy now as last week.
The next day I went to Wal Mart in Denison with my mom. I was curious to see how I would be looked at since Denison is dominantly Mexicans. As I walked through Wal Mart I noticed how the Mexican people just avoided staring at me. Later that night I went out with Justin to a little get together with some of our friends still in high school. When I walked up I told my friend Steven to bite the curb and he replied that I did look like someone that would do that. Then my friend Brandon came up and said I needed to lace up red shoe strings and wear shorts then I'd be more skinhead. When I walked down in the basement I over heard another friend Jackie ask who that was and then say that it was me. Later on an actual classmate came down and gave me a funny look and asked what I did this for. I told him it was for a class and that's how it died.