Once upon a time, in the far off land of Melbourne, there was a young girl whose name was Rachel. She was a mere seven years old and attended primary school. Also, she was a princess fairy magic Powerpuff Girl, but that doesn't come into the story. You don't have to remember it, I just thought you should know.
As with most other school students, Rachel had to deal with school photos (which translates to school pictures in Americaspeak, or so I am told). This was not something she was that worried about. The camera would not dare to hurt or be mean to her. Added to this, she knew that with the skills of her magical mother, she would have the greatest hair in the
school second grade land.
This left her with an important choice to make. Whatever she desired for her hair, her mother could make it so. This, she was certain of. But what she was not certain of was the style she wanted.
Then, one day, in a flash of light, it came to her. She was playing pretend with her
peasants friends, at the time. It was so simple! She said the idea to herself over and over again, willing herself not to forget it before she had a chance to tell her mother. Finally, 3:30pm came and she ran from the dark and evil confines of the primary school classroom to spread the great news.
She wanted, nay, needed to look like Sailor Moon.
I think it turned out rather well, don't you?