Stupid Haircuts Novels & Stories

My pouting seemed to work as he mumbled something about me colluding with the enemy and turned his back. Ecstasy got to work cutting and shaving. He did a really good job and had a speed and precision that made the cut go faster. I watched him cut my hair more, and I tried not to panic. I was going for a look that wasn’t my normal look. I was a soft fade guy. I was always put together. That was the hairstyle my parents wanted from me, and even when Dante took me for a cut, I still had something that screamed "put together." I had never been able to have a cut for myself.

I can hear muffled conversation around me, but I can’t make anything out through the blinding pain. My head is whipped back and someone has a firm grip on my hair. My body makes an involuntary noise of agony. I still can’t see anyone, but I can feel several of the tiny baby hairs pulling from my scalp, making my eyes water. Then the unmistakable sound of scissors cutting slowly, deliberately slowly. Snip, snip, snip, snip, before my head falls forward unexpectedly lighter, and freshly cut short, loose strands fall into my eyes and poke at my face. She cut off my hair. What is wrong with her? I’m already beaten to the point of not being recognizable.

I knew if I didn’t try to relax, I’d stutter and get frustrated. “I got up, everything was normal and all of a sudden, my hair was chopped in half. I’m sure you’ve seen something like this before,” Her eyes scanned my hair for a few seconds. “It’s a clean chop, like it was done by a scissors,” “Exactly!” “I think it was the shampoo,” “Shampoo? Why would my shampoo cut my hair? Even if it did, it wouldn’t chop the hair in half, it would chop off the hair unevenly, down to its roots,”

I screamed Immediately already scared while he chuckled. I cleared my throat, trying to end the embarrassment before walking to my closet, grabbing a free boxers and tank top. I ignored him again and entered the bathroom without any second look at him. ……………………….. I really need a haircut. My hair is starting to get too stressful since it is getting longer. Cutting it mid-back length would probably be the best. I sighed as I removed my towel from my head making my hair fall, still wet. I hung the towel back and went to my bed.

At this point, the combination of financial desperation and the need for a profound life change played a colossal part in my decision. Being a human prune and sitting in nuke-warm, dirty water, I ended the two-hour call with Maleek, drained the tub, and turned the shower on. I rinsed the access dirt and washed what seemed like five separate rinses of matted hair. Finally, after over an hour and forty-five minutes in the shower and the water running cold, I got out, taking a look at myself in the mirror again. In disbelief, I was at least two shades lighter and damn near ashamed for allowing myself to get this way. I couldn’t comb through my hair because it was subsequently still extremely ma

I only hope for her sake that she does find her mate, alpha or not. I don't think I'll ever get a mate. Jace was right. I really am just a fat, ugly girl. Nothing special to look at. My shoulder length hair was cut by yours truly. I noticed that having long hair just gave people something more to hurt me with. Jace used to tug on my hair when we were younger so when I turned 16, I cut it short with a shard of glass I found. My mother was not pleased with my barbing skills but there was nothing she could do about it since it was too late to save the hair that I flushed down the toilet.

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

The view isn’t too pleasant. “Seriously, how stupid can you be?", I mentally berate myself. I feel a wave of frustration washing over me as I gaze at the tangled, sticky disaster that is my hair, fused to my fingers in a gluey mess. It's a classic Gigi and Taylor prank, and I've fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. I hastily grab my scissors, blazing eyes staring right at the sneering duo seated opposite me. For some reason, they’re not hiding their true colors behind their innocent masks anymore, meeting my glare with smirks.

(HEART BUG) "I know you are busy today, but can you add me to your to-do list?" ----- Anonymous ----- “THIS is stupid!” Sky expresses his disappointment towards himself as he sneaks out from the freshmen orientation and outside the auditorium after running away from the enemy who turns out to be the student council president. Clay. “Just what are you doing in your life, Sky.”

But I appreciate it nonetheless. “We…could try to stain it again, if you like?” Funda goes but I immediately shoot the idea down. “It was too messy the last time,” I remember. “All the red dripped out and everywhere. The color didn’t even last the week. No, we will not try the stain again.” The last time had proven to be more than enough. My hair was too slick to hold any color. The silver is too stubborn to be hidden. “You…could consider cutting it.” Funda offers again. “We could attain a wig.”