Tamera sat at the ottoman focusing on her eyebrows through their bedroom mirror with the vanity lights. The duct tape was in front of her on the tabletop where they kept their hair care products. Tia stood behind to express her disapproval.

"Tamera, this is a bad idea."

"You already said that, Tia."

"Well because it's a bad idea!"

"Well, do you wanna help me?"

"Oh no, Tamera, don't drag me into this. I'm going downstairs to make some popcorn. Call me if you need me."

"Well thanks," she said sarcastically to her sister who instantly fled the room.

Tia hurried down the kitchen stairway noticing Lisa and Ray arguing in front of the backdoor.

"You see, Lisa, this is why I don't like doors remained open for too long. Now there are gnats flying around everywhere."

Ray hit the air with his hand in an attempt to knock one of them down. There were quite a few buzzing around the kitchen.

"Little Ray likes to go outside from time to time. And besides, I don't leave the door open, I just open it frequently."

"Well, now there are gnats," he blew wind between his lips for a gnat landed too close to the inside of his mouth. Other gnats began swarming his face. He took refuge near the kitchen table, but the gnats followed seemingly more aggressive than before. He struck the air several times, ducking for cover intermittently.

Lisa watched him, "You know, Ray, they have special jackets and rooms with padded walls for people like you."

Tia sauntered upstairs this time careful not to spill her bowl of microwave fresh popcorn. She returned to her room seeing Tamera with a strip of duct tape on the unwanted hairs of her right brow, so it seemed.

"Wow…" Tia said.

"What?"

"I didn't think you'd actually go through with it. Want some popcorn?"

"Sure!" Tamera helped herself as her sister joined her on the ottoman.

"So, when are you taking it off?"

"I dunno, I'm scared!" Tamera lost composure.

"You came this far it's kinda late to be scared."

"Yea I know. Better get it over with now." Tamera shut her eyes while reaching for the strip on her right brow. She held her hand near the strip without doing anything, merely imagining the pain that awaits from ripping off duct tape from one's skin.

"Tamera, wait…"

Tamera opened her eyes expecting to hear an alternative to removing duct tape without feeling any pain.

"Yea, Tia?"

"Let me close the door so our parents won't hear you scream," she said casually.

"Oh… good idea…"

Tia then peered at the sight of her sister ripping the strip of tape from her skin.

A scream followed as Tamera felt every hair being snatched from the adhesive. She quickly ran her hand over her throbbing brow area in horror to feel mostly bare skin.

"Oh my God, Tamera!"

"What?! What is it? I'm too scared to look, Tia!"

"Don't look!"

Tamera immediately turned to the mirror, shocked to see her right eyebrow gone- nothing remaining but clumps of hair closest to the middle of her forehead.

"My eyebrow!" she ran her finger over it with an exaggerated sad expression before facing her sister. "Why did you let me do this?!"

"Me?! This was your idea, and I told you not to because it was a bad idea."

"It just feels like someone else grabbed the duct tape, placed it over my brow, and waxed it off."

Tia crossed her arms, "Trust me, it was you."

Tamera felt what was left of her brow for a moment before saying anything.

"What am I gonna do, Tia?"

"I don't know. Maybe no one will notice?"

Tamera responded with a look of doubt, tilting her head that revealed a left eyebrow and a patently missing right brow.

"I'm sure it'll grow back, just… cover it up with an eyebrow pencil."

"I don't have an eyebrow pencil," Tamera said, feeling defeated.

"My mom does."

"Yea?! Do you think I can borrow it? Can you get it for me, please?"

"...well… I don't normally go browsing around in my mom's makeup box, but for you... eyebrows." Tia held a grin, waiting for her sister to react, but Tamera didn't find the pun funny. "I'll go get it."

Tia left and returned shortly with the pencil, handing it to her sister.

Tamera attempted to match her left brow but found herself creating a much darker version of her brow that was thick and rectangle-like.

"Well, how does it look?" she asked Tia.

Tamera used the back of her hand to satisfy an itch on her right brow, unintentionally leaving a smear.

"Maybe a little more practice." Tia skipped off into the bathroom for a wet tissue paper to wipe the brow pencil off from her sister's face. "We should talk to my mom, she'll know how to fix this."

"You think so, Tia?"

"Yea."

Lisa had been placing bowls of liquid on the kitchen countertops when the twins approached her.

Tamera sported a hat that concealed her eyebrow accident.

"Hey, mom, what're you doing?"

"I'm using vinegar, dish soap, sugar, and water to get rid of the gnats."

The twins glanced inside one of the bowls, seeing a couple of dead gnats.

"It's working," they said in unison.

"Yes, well I am quite the genius," she bragged, "expert in many things."

Tamera removed her hat for Lisa to see, "well, are you an expert in making eyebrows grow back?"

"Ohh baby, what happened?"

"After my dad said no to me getting my eyebrows waxed, I decided to do it myself… and this happened."

"Oh, Tamera…" she studied the missing hairs where her eyebrow used to lay, nothing but small traces of hair left behind and exposed skin. "I know just what will work, castor oil!"

"Really? Are you sure?"

"It worked for my cousin who lost her hair to a bad Jheri curl. When she used castor oil, it worked wonders! Her hair grew back fast."

"How fast?"

Lisa stopped to recall, "I don't know… a couple of weeks, I think."

The twins turned to each other simultaneously.

"Hey, Tamera that's not bad at all."

"You're right, Tia. Hopefully, these two weeks will fly by fast and I can just wear my hats for now."

Tamera used a fingertip of castor oil to rub over her brow area. She waited before her bedroom mirror in hopes of an overnight miracle.

"Alright, eyebrows," Tamera grinned, "see ya' in two weeks."

Several months later...

Tamera felt a sense of victory seeing her right brow back in place, though slightly messy from the trauma before, her eyebrow was back. She reclined on her bed, massaging her eyebrow.

"I'm sure glad to have my eyebrow back."

"Well, I hope you learned a lesson from this, Tamera." her sister said.

"Yea, definitely use razors next time."

"Tamera!"

"Just kidding! So not trying that again. But, I guess one good thing that came from it is that I learned how to use an eyebrow pencil."

"Yea, eventually you did because, in the beginning, your pencil eyebrow was looking a bit sketchy."

They both laughed.

The end.