It wasn't long before Ellen, a Goth girl walked in. She was one of Jen's favorite targets. "Oh so ol' Jen must think awful highly of herself to spend this much time drawing herself, let's see if we can improve that hair of yours" thought Ellen as a wicked grin spread accross her face. And with that she erased her hair and pulling out a bright fusia colored marker she annouced "Let's give you something trailor-trash retro!" And carefully and skillfully gave her a neon mullet. Oh that's priceless. Ellen finished her buisness and left. Jen was horrified, would her once beutiful hair forever be stuck like this?